Psalms 7

Great^{(i) 1} Sigaion of Dauid, which he sang vnto the Lord in the busynes of Thus the sonne of Iemini. O Lorde my God, in the haue I put my trust: saue me from all them that persecute me, & delyuer me. ² Lest he deuoure my soule lyke a lyon, and teare it in peces, whyle there is none to helpe. ³ O Lorde my God, yf I haue done any soche thynge, or yf there be any wyckednes in my handes. ⁴ Yf I haue rewarded euyll vnto him that dealt frendly with me, yee, I haue delyuered hym, that without any cause is myne enemye. ⁵ Then lett myne enemye persecute my soule, and take me: ye let hym treade my lyfe downe vpon the earth, & laye myne honoure in the dust. Sela. ⁶ Stande vp, O Lorde, in thy wrath: and lyfte vp thy selfe, because of the indygnacyons of myne enemyes: aryse vp for me, in the iudgement that thou hast commaunded. ⁷ And so shall the congregacyon of the people come aboute the, for theyr sakes therfore lyft vp thy selfe agayne. ⁸ The Lorde shall iudge the people geue sentence with me, O Lorde, accordyng to my ryghtewesnes, and accordynge to the innocencye that is in me. ⁹ Oh let the wyckednes of the vngodly come to an ende: but guyd thou the iust. ¹⁰ For the righteous God trieth the very hertes and the reynes. ¹¹ My helpe commeth of God, which preserueth them that are true of herte. ¹² God is a ryghtewes iudge, and God is prouoked euery daye. Yf a man will not turne, he wyll whet his swerde: he hath bent his bowe and made it ready. ¹³ He hath prepared hym the instrumentes of deeth: he ordeyneth hys arowes agaynst the persecutours. ¹⁴ Beholde he trauayleth with myschefe, he hath conceaued sorow, and brought forth vngodlynesse. ¹⁵ He hath grauen and dygged vp a pytte, & is fallen hym selfe into the destruccyon that he made (for other.) ¹⁶ For his trauayll shall come vpon his awne head & his wickednes shall fall vpon hys awne pate. ¹⁷ I wyll geue thankes vnto the Lorde accordynge to his ryghteousnes, & will prayse the name of the Lorde the most hyest.