Psalm 7

O Lord my God, I put my trust
and rest only on thee;
From all that me do persecute,
save and deliver mee.
Lest as a Lion he my soul
tear and in pieces rend,
While no deliverer can me
from his fierce rage defend.

O Lord my God, if I have done
this thing, which wrongfully
They charge on me, or in mine hands
be found iniquity;
If I rewarded ill to him
that was at peace with me,
(Yea, I deliver'd him that was
causlesse mine enemie;)

Then let my foe pursue my soul,
and take it, let him thrust
And tread my life to th'earth, and lay
mine honour in the dust.
For my foes rage lift up thy self,
in wrath arise, O Lord;
Wake for me to the judgement now
commanded by thy Word.

Then shall th'assembly compasse thee,
to praise thee publiquely;
For their sakes, Lord, return, and take
thy Judgement-seat on high,
And thou that of the world art Judge,
O Lord, now judge thou me
According to my righteousnesse,
and mine integritie.

The Second part.

O let the wickeds mischief cease,
but stablish stedfastly
The just man, O thou righteous God,
that reins and hearts dost try.
The mighty God he is my shield,
from him defence I have,
And he alone all those that are
upright in heart doth save.

The mighty God for righteous men
gives judgement righteously,
But ev'ry day he threatneth sore
such as walk wickedly.
If he return not, and repent,
the Lord his sword hath whet,
And bent his bow, and on the string
his arrows ready set.

And deadly weapons hath prepar'd,
the wicked to destroy,
And whet his shafts for those that his
pursue and still annoy.
Behold the wicked travails with
painful iniquitie,
Conceiving mischief, and at length
he hath brought forth a lie.

He digg'd a ditch, and delv'd it deep,
another there to take,
But he himself is faln into
the pit which he did make.
The mischief which he labour'd in
returns on his own head,
On his own pate the violence
comes down where it was bred.

For this will I give thanks to God
that judgeth righteously,
And in my song extol the name
of God the Lord most high.