Psalm 17
Holy One, hear me,
listen
to my plea. Hear this prayer
that
forms on my lips,
you
alone are my righteousness.
Help me
to see as you see, help me
to see
and discern …
As you
visit me in the night
examine
my mind;
allow me
to hold steadfast in silence
unless
you command me to speak.
I have
seen the fate of those
who
journey away from you,
ignoring
your commands.
My feet
seek your path,
don't
let me falter on the way.
My Godde,
I call on you,
trusting
you to answer me;
incline
your ear to me,
hear my
words.
You
demonstrate your faithfulness
with
wondrous deeds; Your right hand
saves
those who are afflicted.
Guard me
as if I brought delight to your eyes,
shelter
me within your embrace,
guard me
from that which would destroy,
from
that which would encircle me with mortal danger.
Heal the scars, the self-conceit
of
wounded hearts;
callous
arrogance tracks me down,
surrounds
me, and ever alert, prepares
to throw
me to the ground,
a
ravenous beast in search of prey,
a fierce creature crouching in ambush.
Rise up,
O Holy One,
confront wickedness, rescue me from evil.
Reach
your hand to save me, O Godde, my Protector.
Our
share in this life is fleeting
but you
treasure us, and fill our bellies;
our
children, too, are satisfied, and their children as well.
And I,
justified by your grace, will behold your face;
I am
awakened, fulfilled by the vision of you.