1 O Jehovah my God, in You I put my trust; deliver me from all those who pursue me, and rescue me,2 lest they tear my soul like a lion, tearing it in pieces, and there is no one to rescue.3 O Jehovah my God, if I have done this: if there is iniquity in my hands;4 if I have repaid evil to one who was at peace with me, or if I have plundered my enemy without cause;5 let the enemy pursue my soul and overtake it; yea, let him trample down my life upon the earth and lay my honor in the dust. Selah.6 Arise, O Jehovah, in Your anger; lift up Yourself because of the rage of my enemies, and arouse Yourself for me to the judgment which You have commanded.7 Thus the congregation of the people shall surround You; for their sakes, therefore, return on high.8 Jehovah shall judge the people; judge me, O Jehovah, according to my righteousness, and according to my integrity within me.9 O let the wickedness of the wicked come to an end, but establish the just. For the righteous God tries the hearts and minds.10 My defense is from God, who saves the upright in heart.11 God judges the righteous, and the Mighty God is angry with the wicked every day.12 If he does not turn back, He will sharpen His sword; He has bent His bow and made it ready.13 He has also prepared instruments of death for him; He makes His arrows hotly pursue.14 Behold, he writhes in iniquity, and has conceived trouble, and has brought forth falsehood.15 He has excavated a cistern and dug it, and has fallen into the pit which he made.16 His trouble shall return upon his own head, and his violence shall come down upon his own crown.17 I will praise Jehovah according to His righteousness, and will sing praise to the name of Jehovah Most High.

1 The title of the seuenthe salm. For the ignoraunce of Dauid, which he songe to the Lord on the wordis of Ethiopien, the sone of Gemyny.2 Mi Lord God, Y haue hopid in thee; make thou me saaf fro alle that pursuen me, and delyuere thou me.3 Lest ony tyme he as a lioun rauysche my soule; the while noon is that ayenbieth, nether that makith saaf.4 Mi Lord God, if Y dide this thing, if wickidnesse is in myn hondis;5 if Y `yeldide to men yeldynge to me yuels, falle Y `bi disseruyng voide fro myn enemyes;6 myn enemy pursue my soule, and take, and defoule my lijf in erthe; and brynge my glorie in to dust.7 Lord, rise thou vp in thin ire; and be thou reysid in the coostis of myn enemyes.8 And, my Lord God, rise thou in the comaundement, which thou `hast comaundid; and the synagoge of puplis schal cumpasse thee.9 And for this go thou ayen an hiy; the Lord demeth puplis. Lord, deme thou me bi my riytfulnesse; and bi myn innocence on me.10 The wickidnesse of synneris be endid; and thou, God, sekyng the hertis and reynes, schalt dresse a iust man.11 Mi iust help is of the Lord; that makith saaf riytful men in herte.12 The Lord is a iust iuge, stronge and pacient; whether he is wrooth bi alle daies?13 If ye ben `not conuertid, he schal florische his swerd; he hath bent his bouwe, and made it redi.14 And therynne he hath maad redi the vessels of deth; he hath fulli maad his arewis with brennynge thingis.15 Lo! he conseyuede sorewe; he peynfuli brouyte forth vnriytfulnesse, and childide wickidnesse.16 He openide a lake, and diggide it out; and he felde in to the dich which he made.17 His sorewe schal be turned in to his heed; and his wickidnesse schal come doun in to his necke.18 I schal knouleche to the Lord bi his riytfulnesse; and Y schal synge to the name of the hiyeste Lord.