Psalm 17 Wednesday Midday 1
Yahweh, hear my plea for justice; * pay attention to my whining.
Listen to my prayer, * and destroy those who lie against me.
Let my justice shine before you; * may your eyes look at my righteousness.
Examine my heart; * probe me at night; * test me with fire.
You will find no idolatry in me; * I have not spoken * against your handiwork.
To the words of your lips * I have kept firm.
To the rough road my legs held fast; * my feet did not stray from your paths.
I call upon you; * answer me, God.
Listen to me, * and hear my words.
Fall on those who insult you, Savior; * clamp the mouths of your opponents.
Guard me as the pupil in your eye; * hide me in the shadow of your wings
from the fury of the wicked who would rip me apart, * from my foes who surround me for the kill.
They are choked with their fat; * they speak arrogance itself.
My legs were shaking; * they surrounded me.
They set their eyes on throwing me * into the Land of Perdition,
like lions eager for prey, * like young lions lurking in ambush.
Rise, Yahweh, confront their fury; * bring them low; * rescue me from the wicked who fight you.
Use your hand to kill them, Yahweh; * destroy them from this world; * remove them from the living.
But for your treasured people, * fill their bellies.
Let their children have all they want, * and leave their wealth to their offspring.
At the judgment I will see your face. * At the resurrection I will be filled with your being.
End of Wed Midday 1