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BB PSA Chapter 7

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7 Siggaion of Dauid, whiche he song vnto God in the busines of Chus, the sonne of Iemini. O God my Lord, in thee I haue put my trust: saue me from all them that do persecute me, and deliuer thou me. 2 Lest he like a Lion seasoneth on my soule: teareth it in peeces, hauyng no rescue. 3 O God my Lord, if I haue done any such thing: or if there be any wickednesse in my handes. 4 If I haue done euyll vnto hym that had peace with me: and if I haue not deliuered hym that is without a cause myne aduersarie? 5 Then let myne enemie persecute my soule and take me: yea, let hym put me to death, and lay myne honour in the dust. Selah. 6 Arise O God in thy wrath, and stand thou vp agaynst the rage of myne enemies: stirre thou for me according to the iudgement whiche thou hast geuen. 7 And so shall the congregation of the people come about thee: for their sakes therfore place thy selfe on high. 8 God wyll iudge the people: geue thou sentence with me O God according to my righteousnesse, and according to my perfection that is within me. 9 My desire is, that ye wickednesse of the vngodly may come to an ende: and that thou wouldest assist the iust, who art the tryer of heartes and of reynes, O most righteous Lorde. 10 My buckler is with God: who preserueth them that be vpright in heart. 11 The Lorde is a righteous iudge: and the Lorde is prouoked to anger euery day. 12 If the wicked wyll not turne, he wyll whet his sworde: bende his bowe, and haue it in a redinesse to shoote 13 He hath prepared hym instrumentes of death: he hath ordayned his arrowes agaynst them that be persecutors. 14 Beholde, he wyll be in trauayle of a mischiefe, for he hath conceaued a labour: but yet he shall be brought to bed of a falsehood. 15 He hath made a graue and digged it: but he hym selfe wyll fall into the pit whiche he hath made. 16 For his labour shall come vpon his owne head: and his wickednesse shall fall vpon his owne pate. 17 I wyll prayse God accordyng to his ryghteousnesse: & I wyll sing psalmes vnto the name of the most high God.