4 Return, O Lord, deliver my soul; oh save me for thy mercies' sake.
5 For in death there is no remembrance of thee; in the grave who shall give thee thanks?
6 I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
7 Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.
9 The Lord hath heard my supplication; the Lord will receive my prayer.
10 Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed; let them return and be ashamed suddenly.
Psalms 7 Intro: David prayeth against the malice of his enemies, professing his innocency. (Shiggaion of David, which he sang unto the Lord, concerning the words of Cush the Benjamite.)
1 O Lord my God, in thee do I put my trust; save me from all them that persecute me, and deliver me;
2 Lest he tear my soul like a lion, rending it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.
3 O Lord my God, if I have done this; if there be iniquity in my hands;
