Psalm 7

O Holy One, my Godde,

I have trusted you, save me, deliver me

from things that would consume me,

from thoughts that would destroy my soul,

ripping me apart just as a lion tears its prey;

no deliverer in sight.

Holy One, my Godde,

it is difficult to admit that I have done this,

it is hard to say there is iniquity on my hands.

Have I done evil to a well-wisher, have I

created adversarial relationships?

What inner enemy pursues my soul,

threatening to overwhelm me?

Which enemy trips me, grinds my honor into the dust?

Rebuke these, my adversaries.

Waken me, O Holy One.

Proclaim Judgment, witnesses surround you –

from your vantage point, turn back to judge us.

Judge me, O Holy One, according to our relationship,

according to the integrity by which I seek to live.

Let violence cease, establish our bonds of intimacy,

O Godde of Presence, you know my heart of hearts.

You, Saving Godde, are the shield of those who draw near to you!

You, Godde, judge by intimate knowledge, you are not always angry.

If I do not turn back to you, your words are like sharpened swords,

If I do not turn to you, my actions

are like the readied bow and

bend toward me

these deadly weapons, these burning arrows

which conceive mischief, gestate evil,

and give birth to deceit …

My falseness prepares a pit,

I scoop out a hole and then fall in.

Trouble falls upon the head of the troubler;

and violence returns from whence it came.

Holy One, I thank you for setting me right.

I sing this hymn to the Most High and Holy One.