Psalm
17 Wednesday Midday
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Yahweh,
hear my plea for justice; * pay attention to my whining.
Listen to my prayer, * and destroy those who
lie against me.
Let my justice shine before you; * may your
eyes look at my righteousness.
Examine my heart; * probe me at night; *
test me with fire.
You will find no idolatry in me; * I
have not spoken * against your handiwork.
To the words of your lips * I have kept
firm.
To the rough road my legs held fast; *
my feet did not stray from your paths.
I call upon you; * answer me, God.
Listen to me, * and hear my words.
Fall on those who insult you, Savior;
* clamp the mouths of your opponents.
Guard me as the pupil in your
eye; * hide me in the shadow of your wings
from the fury of the wicked who would
rip me apart, * from my foes who surround me for the kill.
They are choked with their fat; * they speak
arrogance itself.
My legs were shaking; * they surrounded me.
They set their eyes on throwing me *
into the Land of Perdition,
like lions eager for prey, * like young
lions lurking in ambush.
Rise, Yahweh, confront their fury; *
bring them low; * rescue me from the wicked who fight you.
Use your hand to kill them, Yahweh; *
destroy them from this world; * remove them from the living.
But for your treasured people, * fill their
bellies.
Let their children have all they want, * and
leave their wealth to their offspring.
At the
judgment I will see your face. * At the resurrection I will be filled with your
being.
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