Psal. VII. Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him.

Lord my God to thee I flie     Save me and secure me under     Thy protection while I crie     Least as a Lion (and no wonder)     He hast to tear my Soul asunder     Tearing and no rescue nigh.     Lord my God if I have thought     Or done this, if wickedness     Be in my hands, if I have wrought     Ill to him that meant me peace,     Or to him have render'd less,     And fre'd my foe for naught;     Let th'enemy pursue my soul     And overtake it, let him tread     My life down to the earth and roul     In the dust my glory dead,     In the dust and there out spread     Lodge it with dishonour foul.     Rise Jehovah in thine ire     Rouze thy self amidst the rage     Of my foes that urge like fire;     And wake for me, their furi' asswage;     Judgment here thou didst ingage     And command which I desire.     So th' assemblies of each Nation     Will surround thee, seeking right,     Thence to thy glorious habitation     Return on high and in their sight.     Jehovah judgeth most upright     All people from the worlds foundation.     Judge me Lord, be judge in this     According to my righteousness     And the innocence which is     Upon me: cause at length to cease     Of evil men the wickedness     And their power that do amiss.     But the just establish fast,     Since thou art the just God that tries     Hearts and reins.    On God is cast     My defence, and in him lies     In him who both just and wise     Saves th' upright of Heart at last.     God is a just Judge and severe,     And God is every day offended;     If th' unjust will not forbear,     His Sword he whets, his Bow hath bended     Already, and for him intended     The tools of death, that waits him near.     (His arrows purposely made he     For them that persecute.)    Behold     He travels big with vanitie,     Trouble he hath conceav'd of old     As in a womb, and from that mould     Hath at length brought forth a Lie.     He dig'd a pit, and delv'd it deep,     And fell into the pit he made,     His mischief that due course doth keep,     Turns on his head, and his ill trade     Of violence will undelay'd     Fall on his crown with ruine steep.     Then will I Jehovah's praise     According to his justice raise     And sing the Name and Deitie     Of Jehovah the most high.