A Meditation[a] of David, which he sang to the Lord concerning the words of Cush, a Benjamite.
1 O Lord my God, in You I put my trust;
Save me from all those who persecute me;
And deliver me,
Rending me in pieces, while there is none to deliver.
If there is iniquity in my hands,
Or have plundered my enemy without cause,
Yes, let him trample my life to the earth,
And lay my honor in the dust. Selah
Lift Yourself up because of the rage of my enemies;
Rise up [b]for me to the judgment You have commanded!
For their sakes, therefore, return on high.
Judge me, O Lord, according to my righteousness,
And according to my integrity within me.
But establish the just;
For the righteous God tests the hearts and [c]minds.
Who saves the upright in heart.
And God is angry with the wicked every day.
He will sharpen His sword;
He bends His bow and makes it ready.
He makes His arrows into fiery shafts.
Yes, he conceives trouble and brings forth falsehood.
And has fallen into the ditch which he made.
And his violent dealing shall come down on [e]his own crown.
And will sing praise to the name of the Lord Most High.