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Psalm 7 New International Version (NIV)

Psalm 7 New International Version (NIV)

A shiggaion of David, which he sang to the Lord concerning Cush, a Benjamite.

1 Lord my God, I take refuge in you;

save and deliver me from all who pursue me,

2 or they will tear me apart like a lion

and rip me to pieces with no one to rescue me.

3 Lord my God, if I have done this

and there is guilt on my hands —

4 if I have repaid my ally with evil

or without cause have robbed my foe —

5 then let my enemy pursue and overtake me;

let him trample my life to the ground

and make me sleep in the dust.[c]

6 Arise, Lord, in your anger;

rise up against the rage of my enemies.

Awake, my God; decree justice.

7 Let the assembled peoples gather around you,

while you sit enthroned over them on high.

8 Let the Lord judge the peoples.

Vindicate me, Lord, according to my righteousness,

according to my integrity, O Most High.

9 Bring to an end the violence of the wicked

and make the righteous secure —

you, the righteous God

who probes minds and hearts.

10 My shield[d] is God Most High,

who saves the upright in heart.

11 God is a righteous judge,

a God who displays his wrath every day.

12 If he does not relent,

he[e] will sharpen his sword;

he will bend and string his bow.

13 He has prepared his deadly weapons;

he makes ready his flaming arrows.

14 Whoever is pregnant with evil

conceives trouble and gives birth to disillusionment.

15 Whoever digs a hole and scoops it out

falls into the pit they have made.

16 The trouble they cause recoils on them;

their violence comes down on their own heads.

17 I will give thanks to the Lord because of his righteousness;

I will sing the praises of the name of the Lord Most High.

Psalm 4:2 2 How long will you people turn my glory into shame?

Psalm 4:2
2 How long will you people turn my glory into shame?
How long will you love delusions and seek false gods

Where is my glory?
You have drug it through the mud.
You make a mockery of me.
Will you continue worshipping idols,
Finding new gods and delusions to love?
Oh how long will you turn away.
The ancient statues have crumbled; but in their place you have erected

new gods of technology.
And even these gods
have short lived glory.
You are never satisfied,
upgrading to the newest,
more fashionable god yearly.

Where is my glory?
How long will you live in shame?
How long will you live in delusions
and discontent?
Return my glory to me.

Psalm 4:1

Psalm 4:1

1 Answer me when I call to you,my righteous God.
Give me relief from my distress; have mercy on me and hear my prayer.

My God! My God! Why are you silent.
I do not hear you in the wind,
nor in the deep silence.
Why would you hear my voice,
be bothered by my trivial problems
when there are so many whose prayers go unheard?
Where is the relief for those in deep distress;
the mercy for the poor, the refugees?

I call wanting answers, just one small miracle, but my God, you have closed your ears to my cry,
cut me off for my unrighteousness.
Yet, what about the cries of the starving children,
the cries of the unconsoled mother,
the cries of the war ravaged displace people.
My God, will even their voices not soften your heart?
Will you not hear their cries?

Why do you not answer me? Answer my cries?
Are you tired of telling me, stirring a passion,
igniting a fire only to watch it
snuffed out by my own self indulgence,
my own lack of involvement?
Please answer me, my God,
give me some relief in my distress.
If not me, then whom will you hear?

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