Psalm 7 Monday Midday 1
Yahweh, my God, in you I trust; * save me from all who pursue me.
Rescue me from the lion—that would tear me apart, * breaking my neck, —with no one to rescue.
Yahweh, my God, if I have done wrong, * if there is guilt on my hands,
if I have betrayed my ally, * or disturbed him with gossip,
let my enemy pursue and catch me, * trample my entrails to the ground, * discard my liver in the mud.
Yahweh, rise in your anger; * stand up against the insolence of my foes.
Wake up, my God; * and order justice!
Gather all the peoples around you; * rule over them, your Highness. * Yahweh, judge all nations.
Judge me innocent, Yahweh, * and blameless, O Most High.
Avenge the terror of the wicked, * and make the good secure.
A searcher of mind and heart * is God the Just.
My Master is God the Most High,* Savior of righthearted people.
God is a righteous ruler, * always on patrol.
May the Victor once again * sharpen his sword, * draw and aim his bow.
May he ready his deadly weapons * and set his arrows aflame.
A bad man conceives corruption, * is pregnant with trouble, * and gives birth to fraud.
He digs a pit that catches him; * he falls into the pit he made.
His mischief bounces back on his head; * his malice falls back on his skull.
I thank Yahweh, as he deserves; * I praise the name of Yahweh Most High.
End of Monday Mid 1