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Psalm 7

Gracious 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 predator 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 confess that my hands have committed iniquity.
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 honour into the dust?

Rebuke these, my adversaries.

Waken me, Holy One.
Proclaim judgment, witnesses surround you –
from your vantage point, turn back to vindicate us.

Judge me, Holy One, according to our relationship,
according to the integrity by which I seek to live.

Let violence cease, reestablish our bonds of intimacy,

O Godde of Presence, you know my heart of hearts.
You, Saving Godde, are the shelter of those who draw near to you!
You, O Godde, judge by intimate knowledge, you are not always angry.

If I do not turn back to you, your words are like sharpened knives,
If I do not turn to you, my actions
are like the readied bow and

bend toward me
these deadly weapons, these burning arrows