The Message

Psalm 7

A David Psalm

11-2 God! God! I am running to you for dear life;
    the chase is wild.
If they catch me, I’m finished:
    ripped to shreds by foes fierce as lions,
    dragged into the forest and left
    unlooked for, unremembered.

3-5 God, if I’ve done what they say—
    betrayed my friends,
    ripped off my enemies—
If my hands are really that dirty,
    let them get me, walk all over me,
    leave me flat on my face in the dirt.

6-8 Stand up, God; pit your holy fury
    against my furious enemies.
Wake up, God. My accusers have packed
    the courtroom; it’s judgment time.
Take your place on the bench, reach for your gavel,
    throw out the false charges against me.
I’m ready, confident in your verdict:
    “Innocent.”

9-11 Close the book on Evil, God,
    but publish your mandate for us.
You get us ready for life:
    you probe for our soft spots,
    you knock off our rough edges.
And I’m feeling so fit, so safe:
    made right, kept right.
God in solemn honor does things right,
    but his nerves are sandpapered raw.

11-13 Nobody gets by with anything.
    God is already in action—
Sword honed on his whetstone,
    bow strung, arrow on the string,
Lethal weapons in hand,
    each arrow a flaming missile.

14 Look at that guy!
    He had sex with sin,
    he’s pregnant with evil.
Oh, look! He’s having
    the baby—a Lie-Baby!

15-16 See that man shoveling day after day,
    digging, then concealing, his man-trap
    down that lonely stretch of road?
Go back and look again—you’ll see him in it headfirst,
    legs waving in the breeze.
That’s what happens:
    mischief backfires;
    violence boomerangs.

17 I’m thanking God, who makes things right.
I’m singing the fame of heaven-high God.

New International Reader's Version

Psalm 7

Psalm 7

A shiggaion of David. He sang it to the Lord about Cush, who was from the tribe of Benjamin.

Lord my God, I go to you for safety.
    Help me. Save me from all those who are chasing me.
If you don’t, they will tear me apart as if they were lions.
    They will rip me to pieces so that no one can save me.

Lord my God, suppose I have done something wrong.
    Suppose I am guilty.
Or I have done evil to my friend.
    Or I have robbed my enemy without any reason.
Then let my enemy chase me and catch me.
    Let him stomp me into the ground.
    Let him bury me in the dust.

Lord, rise up in your anger.
    Rise up against the great anger of my enemies.
    My God, wake up. Command that the right thing be done.
Let all the people of the earth gather around you.
    Rule over them from your throne in heaven.
    Lord, judge all people.
Lord, show that I have done what is right.
    Most High God, remember that I am honest.
God, you always do what is right.
    You look deep down inside the hearts and minds of people.
Bring to an end the terrible things sinful people do.
    Make godly people safe.

10 The Most High God is like a shield that keeps me safe.
    He saves those whose hearts are honest.
11 God judges fairly.
    He shows his anger every day.
12 If evil people don’t change their ways,
    God will sharpen his sword.
    He will get his bow ready to use.
13 He has prepared his deadly weapons.
    He has made his flaming arrows ready.

14 Whoever is full of evil
    plans trouble and ends up telling lies.
15 Whoever digs a hole and shovels it out
    falls into the pit they have made.
16 The trouble they cause comes back on them.
    The terrible things they do will happen to them.

17 I will give thanks to the Lord because he does what is right.
    I will sing the praises of the name of the Lord Most High.