Psalm 7:1 - The Message

^1-2 God! God! I am running to you for dear life; the chase is wild. If they catch me, I’m finished: ripped to shreds by foes fierce as lions, dragged into the forest and left unlooked for, unremembered.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

¹ O LORD my God, in thee do I put my trust: Save me from all them that persecute me, and deliver me:

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

¹ O Lord my God, in You I take refuge and put my trust; save me from all those who pursue and persecute me, and deliver me,

American Standard Version (1901)

¹ O Jehovah my God, in thee do I take refuge: Save me from all them that pursue me, and deliver me,

Common English Bible

¹ I take refuge in you, LORD, my God. Save me from all who chase me! Rescue me!

Catholic Public Domain Version

¹ A Psalm of David, which he sang to the Lord because of the words of Cush, the son of Jemini.

Psalm 7:1 Referencias Cruzadas

Habakkuk 3:1

A prayer of the prophet Habakkuk, with orchestra: God, I’ve heard what our ancestors say about you, and I’m stopped in my tracks, down on my knees. Do among us what you did among them. Work among us as you worked among them. And as you bring judgment, as you surely must, remember mercy. * * *

Jeremiah 31:18

“I’ve heard the contrition of Ephraim. Yes, I’ve heard it clearly, saying, ‘You trained me well. You broke me, a wild yearling horse, to the saddle. Now put me, trained and obedient, to use. You are my God. After those years of running loose, I repented. After you trained me to obedience, I was ashamed of my past, my wild, unruly past. Humiliated, I beat on my chest. Will I ever live this down?’

Jeremiah 20:11

But God, a most fierce warrior, is at my side. Those who are after me will be sent sprawling— Slapstick buffoons falling all over themselves, a spectacle of humiliation no one will ever forget.

Jeremiah 15:15

You know where I am, God! Remember what I’m doing here! Take my side against my detractors. Don’t stand back while they ruin me. Just look at the abuse I’m taking! When your words showed up, I ate them— swallowed them whole. What a feast! What delight I took in being yours, O God, God-of-the-Angel-Armies! I never joined the party crowd in their laughter and their fun. Led by you, I went off by myself. You’d filled me with indignation. Their sin had me seething. But why, why this chronic pain, this ever worsening wound and no healing in sight? You’re nothing, God, but a mirage, a lovely oasis in the distance—and then nothing! * * *

Isaiah 50:10

Who out there fears God, actually listens to the voice of his servant? For anyone out there who doesn’t know where you’re going, anyone groping in the dark, Here’s what: Trust in God. Lean on your God! But if all you’re after is making trouble, playing with fire, Go ahead and see where it gets you. Set your fires, stir people up, blow on the flames, But don’t expect me to just stand there and watch. I’ll hold your feet to those flames.

Psalm 32:10

God-defiers are always in trouble; God-affirmers find themselves loved every time they turn around.

Psalm 30:2

God, my God, I yelled for help and you put me together. God, you pulled me out of the grave, gave me another chance at life when I was down-and-out.

Psalm 26:1

Clear my name, God; I’ve kept an honest shop. I’ve thrown in my lot with you, God, and I’m not budging.

Psalm 18:28

Suddenly, God, you floodlight my life; I’m blazing with glory, God’s glory! I smash the bands of marauders, I vault the highest fences.

Psalm 13:5

I’ve thrown myself headlong into your arms— I’m celebrating your rescue. I’m singing at the top of my lungs, I’m so full of answered prayers.

Psalm 13:3

Take a good look at me, God, my God; I want to look life in the eye, So no enemy can get the best of me or laugh when I fall on my face.

Psalm 11:1

I’ve already run for dear life straight to the arms of God. So why would I run away now when you say, “Run to the mountains; the evil bows are bent, the wicked arrows Aimed to shoot under cover of darkness at every heart open to God. The bottom’s dropped out of the country; good people don’t have a chance”?

Psalm 3:7

Up, God! My God, help me! Slap their faces, First this cheek, then the other, Your fist hard in their teeth!