Psalms 7

NEW JERUSALEM	Peshitta
1 [Lament Of David Which he sang to Yahweh about Cush the Benjaminite] Yahweh my God, I takerefuge in you, save me from al my pursuers and rescue me,
2 or he wil savage me like a lion, carry me off with no one to rescue me.	2 ܡܪܝܐ ܐܠܗܝ ܒܟ ܣܒܪܬ ܦܪܘܩܝܢܝ ܘܡܢ ܟܠ ܪ̈ܕܘܦܝ ܦܨܢܝ
3 Yahweh my God, if I have done this: if injustice has stained my hands,	3 ܕܠܡܐ ܐܝܟ ܐܪܝܐ ܠܡܬܒܪ ܠܢܦܫܝ ܘܠܝܬ ܕܦܪܩ ܘܡܦܨܐ
4 if I have repaid my al y with treachery or spared one who attacked me unprovoked,	4 ܡܪܝܐ ܐܠܗܝ ܐܢ ܥܒܕܬ ܗܕܐ ܘܐܢ ܐܝܬ ܥܘܠܐ ܒܐ̈ܝܕܝ
5 may an enemy hunt me down and catch me, may he trample my life into the ground and crush my vitalparts into the dust.Pause	5 ܘܐܢ ܦܪܥܬ ܠܡܢ ܕܥܒܕ ܠܝ ܒܝܫܬܐ ܘܐܢ ܐܠܨܬ ܠܒܥܠܕܒܒܝ ܣܪܝܩܐܝܬ
6 Arise, Yahweh, in your anger, rise up against the arrogance of my foes. Awake, my God, you demandjudgement.	6 ܢܪܕܘܦ ܒܥܠܕܒܒܐ ܠܢܦܫܝ ܘܢܕܪܟܝܗ̇ ܘܢܕܘܫ ܚ̈ܝܝ ܒܐܪܥܐ ܘܫܘܒܚܝ ܒܥܦܪܐ ܢܫܪܐ
7 Let the assembly of nations gather round you; return above it on high!	7 ܩܘܡ ܡܪܝܐ ܒܪܘܓܙܟ ܘܐܫܬܩܠ ܥܠ ܩܕܠܐ ܕܒ̈ܥܠܕܒܒܝ ܐܬܬܥܝܪ ܥܠܝ ܒܕܝܢܐ ܕܦܩܕܬ
8 (Yahweh judges the nations.) Judge me, Yahweh, as my uprightness and my integrity deserve.	8 ܘܥܕܬܐ ܕܐ̈ܡܘܬܐ ܬܚܕܪܟ ܘܥܠ ܐ̈ܦܝܗ̇ ܠܡܪܘܡܐ ܬܗܦܟ
9 Put an end to the malice of the wicked, make the upright stand firm, you who discern hearts and minds,God the upright.	9 ܡܪܝܐ ܢܕܘܢ ܥܡ̈ܡܐ ܕܘܢܝܢܝ ܡܪܝܐ ܐܝܟ ܙܕܝܩܘܬܝ ܘܐܝܟ ܬܡܝܡܘܬܝ
10 God is a shield that protects me, saving the honest of heart.	10 ܬܓܡܪ ܒܝܫܬܐ ܥܠ ܪ̈ܫܝܥܐ ܘܬܬܩܢ ܠܙܕܝܩ̈ܐ ܒܚܪ ܠܒܐ ܘܟܘ̈ܠܝܬܐ ܐܠܗܐ ܙܕܝܩܐ
11 God is an upright judge, slow to anger, but a God at al times threatening	11 ܡܣܝܥܢܝ ܐܠܗܐ ܕܦܪܩ ܠܬܪ̈ܝܨܝ ܠܒܐ
12 for those who wil not repent. Let the enemy whet his sword, draw his bow and make ready;	12 ܐܠܗܐ ܕܝܢܐ ܕܩܘܫܬܐ ܠܐ ܪܓܙ ܟܠܝܘܡ
13 but he is making ready instruments of death for himself and tipping his arrows with fire;	13 ܐܠܐ ܗܦܟ ܣܝܦܗ ܠܛܫ ܘܩܫܬܗ ܡܬܚ ܐܬܩܢ
14 look at him: pregnant with malice, conceiving spite, he gives birth to treachery.	14 ܘܡܬܩܢ ܠܗ ܡܐ̈ܢܐ ܕܪܘܓܙܐ ܓܐܪ̈ܘܗܝ ܥܒܕ ܠܕܝܩܕܝܢ
15 He digs a trap, scoops it out, but he fal s into the snare he made himself.	15 ܡܛܠ ܕܚܒܠ ܥܘܠܐ ܘܒܛܢ ܫܘܩܪܐ ܘܝܠܕ ܥܘܠܐ
16 His spite recoils on his own head, his brutality falls back on his own skul .	16 ܒܐܪܐ ܚܦܪ ܘܚܛܗ̇ ܘܢܦܠ ܒܓܘܡܨܐ ܕܥܒܕ
17 I thank Yahweh for his saving justice. I sing to the name of the Most High.	17 ܢܗܦܘܟ ܥܘܠܗ ܒܪܝܫܗ ܘܥܠ ܒܥܬܗ ܥܘܠܗ ܢܚܘܬ