1 [[Ode of David: which he sang unto Yahweh, on account of the words of Cush the Benjamite.]] O Yahweh my God, in thee, have I sought refuge,–Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me: 2 Lest one tear, as a lion, my soul,–and there be no deliverer to rescue. 3 O Yahweh my God, If I have done this, If there hath been perversity in my hands: 4 If I have requited my friend with wrong,–or have oppressed mine adversary without need, 5 Let an enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it, that he may tread down, to the earth, my life,–and, mine honour–in the dust, he may cause to dwell. [Selah.] 6 Rise! Yahweh! in thine anger, Lift thyself up, because of the haughty outbursts of mine adversaries, Stir up for me the justice thou hast commanded: 7 When, the assembly of peoples, gather round thee, then, above it–on high, do thou return! 8 Yahweh, will judge the peoples,–Do me justice, O Yahweh, according to my righteousness, and according to mine integrity upon me, 9 Let the wrong of the lawless, I pray thee, come to an end, and establish thou him that is righteous,–for, a trier of hearts and reins, is God the righteous one.

10 My shield, is held by God, who is ready to save the upright in heart: 11 A God to vindicate the righteous,–And yet a God to be indignant throughout every day. 12 If he turn not, his sword, will he whet,–his bow, hath he bent, and made ready: 13 But, for himself, hath he made ready the weapons so deadly, His arrows, he, so fiery, would make: 14 Lo! he gendereth trouble, and conceiveth mischief, but giveth birth to a disappointment: 15 A pit, he cut out, and digged it, and then fell into the ditch he had made: 16 His mischief, turneth back, on his own head,–and, on his own crown, his violence, descendeth. 17 I will praise Yahweh according to his righteousness,–and will praise in song the Name of Yahweh Most High.