0 SAB Psalms 17

A fire goeth before him, and burneth up his enemies round about. 97:3

Trivia: Who taught David's hands to war?



Oh God, listen to me

A Prayer of David.

1 Hear the right, O LORD, attend unto my cry, give ear unto my prayer, that goeth not out of feigned lips.

Oh God, listen to me.

2 Let my sentence come forth from thy presence; let thine eyes behold the things that are equal.

Let your eyes see things.

3 Thou hast proved mine heart; thou hast visited me in the night; thou hast tried me, and shalt find nothing; I am purposed that my mouth shall not transgress.

You've tested my heart and visited me at night.

My mouth won't transgress.

4 Concerning the works of men, by the word of thy lips I have kept me from the paths of the destroyer.

The words coming from your lips have kept me from destruction.

5 Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not.

Don't let me slip and fall.

6 I have called upon thee, for thou wilt hear me, O God: incline thine ear unto me, and hear my speech.

Hear me with your ears when I'm talking to you.

7 Shew thy marvellous lovingkindness, O thou that savest by thy right hand them which put their trust in thee from those that rise up against them.

You saved me with your right hand.

8 Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings,

Keep me as the apple of your eye.

Hide me in the shadow of your wings.

9 From the wicked that oppress me, from my deadly enemies, who compass me about.

10 They are inclosed in their own fat: with their mouth they speak proudly.

11 They have now compassed us in our steps: they have set their eyes bowing down to the earth;

12 Like as a lion that is greedy of his prey, and as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.

My enemies are inclosed in their own fat.

13 Arise, O LORD, disappoint him, cast him down: deliver my soul from the wicked, which is thy sword:

14 From men which are thy hand, O LORD, from men of the world, which have their portion in this life, and whose belly thou fillest with thy hid treasure: they are full of children, and leave the rest of their substance to their babes.

Save me with your sword.

15 As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness.

I'll see your face when I wake up,

and that will satisfy me.


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