Psalm 7

Embrace me, Lord. I am weak.

I cannot run though the devil chases me.

Unbar the gates and let me in, I plead.

Satan holds his steel against my neck.

I will not live without your breath.

My enemies, they hunt me down.

They seek to tear my soul apart.

What have I done, Lord?

Is there filth on my hands?         

If I have sinned, let them find me.

Awake for me; arise, oh Lord.

You care for me like none other.

So guard me from the fury of men.

See? My enemies encircle me.

Without you, I will crumble, I will fall.

Oh Father, God, you are my judge.

No man on earth can judge me rightly.

You will judge my righteousness—

Not mine, but yours within me.

When you search me, you’ll see your son.

You will end the reign of the wicked,

You will set your righteous ones on high.

Your son will sit upon the throne,

And the upright in heart will be saved.

My shield is with you—you who judge rightly.

God, you are so good, you cannot stand evil.

You feel indignation day after day

When men do not bow down and repent.

You ready your weapons for the wicked man

Before his lies bring the righteous down.

You are my protection, my stronghold.

I will ever sing of your holiness.

I will sing praises to your name, oh Lord.