⁰A rambling poem of David, which he sang to Yahweh concerning the word of Cush the Benjaminite.

¹Yahweh my God, in you I have taken refuge; save me from all who pursue me, and deliver me,

²lest, like a lion, he tear my being, ripping it away, and there is no deliverer.

³Yahweh my God, if I have done this, if there is injustice in my palms,

⁴if I have repaid evil to the one at peace with me, or rescued my opposer to no purpose,

⁵Let an enemy pursue my being and overtake it, and trample my life to the land, and make my weightiness dwell in the dust. Selah.

⁶Rise up, Yahweh, in your anger; lift yourself up against the fury of my opposers, and awake for me; you have commanded justice.

⁷Let a gathering of peoples go round you, and over it return to the height.

⁸Yahweh judges the peoples. Judge me, Yahweh, according to my righteousness and my integrity upon me.

⁹Please, let the evil of the wicked come to an end, and establish the righteous, you who test hearts and kidneys, O righteous God.

¹⁰My shield is upon God, who delivers the upright in heart.

¹¹God is a righteous judge, and God is indignant every day.

¹²If he does not turn back, he whets his sword; he has bent his bow and made it ready.

¹³And for himself he has made ready implements of death; his arrows he makes into burning ones.

¹⁴Look, he is in labor with iniquity; he conceives toil and brings forth falsehood.

¹⁵He dug a hole and delved into it, and he fell into the pit he made.

¹⁶His toil returns on his head, and on his crown his violence comes down.

¹⁷I will give thanks to Yahweh according to his righteousness, and I will sing praises to the name of Yahweh Most High.