MOF PSA Chapter 7

A dithyramb of David, sung to the Eternal, about the taunts of Cush the Benjamite.

7 I shelter with thee, Eternal One, my God;

keep me safe from my pursuer,

2 lest he tear me like a lion

and devour me, with none to rescue.

3 If I did it, Eternal One, my God,

if I am guilty of injustice,

4 if I ill-treated my friend,

if I crushed my foe for no cause,

5 then let the foe chase me,

then let the foe catch me,

let him trample my life to the ground,

let him lay me low in the dust!

6 [[Bestir thyself in anger, O Eternal,

in outbursts of fury against our foes;

awake to aid us, to maintain the right.

7 Summon all nations before thee,

be seated on thy lofty throne,

8 O thou Eternal, judge of the world!

9 Right our cause, we are innocent, do justice, thou, to our integrity,

put an end to the malice of the ungodly.

11 The God of justice reads the inmost heart;

12 God shields us, he who saves the upright heart;

13 God is a just God, every day indignant.]]

14 There he is, whetting his sword again!

His bow is strung and stretched,

15 his deadly darts are ready;

his arrows are fire-tipped;

16 the scoundrel is alive with malice,

hatching mischief and deception; 17 he digs out a deep pit—

and into his own pitfall he shall tumble!

18 His mischief shall recoil on his own head,

his violence shall drop on his own crown;

19 while I thank the Eternal for his retribution,

and praise the Eternal, the Most High.