Psalms 3:7

My soul is among lions. I lie among those who are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.

They open their mouths wide against me, lions tearing prey and roaring.

But in my adversity, they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together. The attackers gathered themselves together against me, and I didn’t know it. They tore at me, and didn’t cease.

For the arms of the wicked shall be broken, but Yahweh upholds the righteous.

Nebuchadnezzar the king made an image of gold, whose height was sixty cubits, and its width six cubits. He set it up in the plain of Dura, in the province of Babylon.

They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.

Have all the workers of iniquity no knowledge, who eat up my people as they eat bread, and don’t call on Yahweh?

Break their teeth, God, in their mouth. Break out the great teeth of the young lions, Yahweh.

for Yahweh will plead their case, and plunder the life of those who plunder them.

There is a generation whose teeth are like swords, and their jaws like knives, to devour the poor from the earth, and the needy from among men.

If you see the oppression of the poor, and the violent taking away of justice and righteousness in a district, don’t marvel at the matter, for one official is eyed by a higher one, and there are officials over them.

In that day, Yahweh with his hard and great and strong sword will punish leviathan, the fleeing serpent, and leviathan the twisted serpent; and he will kill the dragon that is in the sea.

Yahweh has made his holy arm bare in the eyes of all the nations. All the ends of the earth have seen the salvation of our God.

He put on righteousness as a breastplate, and a helmet of salvation on his head. He put on garments of vengeance for clothing, and was clad with zeal as a mantle.

For he who avenges blood remembers them. He doesn’t forget the cry of the afflicted.

I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me. Rise up, behold, and help me!

I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.

They have ears, but they can’t hear, neither is there any breath in their mouths.

I gave my back to those who beat me, and my cheeks to those who plucked off the hair. I didn’t hide my face from shame and spitting.

Awake, awake! Put on your strength, Zion. Put on your beautiful garments, Jerusalem, the holy city: for from now on the uncircumcised and the unclean will no more come into you.

He has cut off all the horn of Israel in fierce anger. He has drawn back his right hand from before the enemy. He has burned up Jacob like a flaming fire, which devours all around.

They drank wine, and praised the gods of gold, and of silver, of bronze, of iron, of wood, and of stone.

Now you shall gather yourself in troops, daughter of troops. He has laid siege against us. They will strike the judge of Israel with a rod on the cheek.

Let your hand be lifted up above your adversaries, and let all of your enemies be cut off.

The high priest, Ananias, commanded those who stood by him to strike him on the mouth.

Your right hand, Yahweh, is glorious in power. Your right hand, Yahweh, dashes the enemy in pieces.

“God will not withdraw his anger. The helpers of Rahab stoop under him.

Allow me, and I also will speak; After I have spoken, mock on.

I broke the jaws of the unrighteous and plucked the prey out of his teeth.

From the wicked, their light is withheld. The high arm is broken.

Arise, Yahweh, in your anger. Lift up yourself against the rage of my adversaries. Awake for me. You have commanded judgment.

Oh let the wickedness of the wicked come to an end, but establish the righteous; their minds and hearts are searched by the righteous God.

For the needy shall not always be forgotten, nor the hope of the poor perish forever.

Arise, Yahweh! God, lift up your hand! Don’t forget the helpless.

You are the God who does wonders. You have made your strength known among the peoples.

Then the Lord awakened as one out of sleep, like a mighty man who shouts by reason of wine.

Before Ephraim and Benjamin and Manasseh, stir up your might! Come to save us!

Rise up, you judge of the earth. Pay back the proud what they deserve.

Deliver me, Yahweh, from the evil man. Preserve me from the violent man:

He who oppresses the poor shows contempt for his Maker, but he who is kind to the needy honors him.

“Now I will arise,” says Yahweh. “Now I will lift myself up. Now I will be exalted.

Awake, awake! Stand up, Jerusalem, you who have drunk from Yahweh’s hand the cup of his wrath. You have drunken the bowl of the cup of staggering, and drained it.

Who has believed our message? To whom has Yahweh’s arm been revealed?

They deck it with silver and with gold. They fasten it with nails and with hammers, so that it can’t move.

They are like a palm tree, of turned work, and don’t speak. They must be carried, because they can’t move. Don’t be afraid of them; for they can’t do evil, neither is it in them to do good.”

The horn of Moab is cut off, and his arm is broken,” says Yahweh.

Hear this, you who desire to swallow up the needy, and cause the poor of the land to fail,

“As in the days of your coming out of the land of Egypt, I will show them marvelous things.”

It will happen at that time, that I will search Jerusalem with lamps, and I will punish the men who are settled on their dregs, who say in their heart, “Yahweh will not do good, neither will he do evil.”

But I tell you, don’t resist him who is evil; but whoever strikes you on your right cheek, turn to him the other also.

He has shown strength with his arm. He has scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.

The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, the teeth of the young lions, are broken.

You will be hidden from the scourge of the tongue, neither will you be afraid of destruction when it comes.

Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.

Arise, Yahweh! Don’t let man prevail. Let the nations be judged in your sight.

Break the arm of the wicked. As for the evil man, seek out his wickedness until you find none.

“Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says Yahweh; “I will set him in safety from those who malign him.”

Arise, Yahweh, confront him. Cast him down. Deliver my soul from the wicked by your sword;

Wake up! Rise up to defend me, my God! My Lord, contend for me!

Wake up! Why do you sleep, Lord? Arise! Don’t reject us forever.

Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away, like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun.

You, Yahweh God of Armies, the God of Israel, rouse yourself to punish the nations. Show no mercy to the wicked traitors.

Why do you draw back your hand, even your right hand? Take it from your chest and consume them!

when God arose to judgment, to save all the afflicted ones of the earth.

Turn again, we beg you, God of Armies. Look down from heaven, and see, and visit this vine,

Blessed be Yahweh, who has not given us as a prey to their teeth.

Awake, awake, put on strength, arm of Yahweh! Awake, as in the days of old, the generations of ancient times. Isn’t it you who cut Rahab in pieces, who pierced the monster?

He has also broken my teeth with gravel. He has covered me with ashes.

Let him give his cheek to him who strikes him. Let him be filled full of reproach.

Woe to the worthless shepherd who leaves the flock! The sword will be on his arm, and on his right eye. His arm will be completely withered, and his right eye will be totally blinded!”

Behold, the wages of the laborers who mowed your fields, which you have kept back by fraud, cry out, and the cries of those who reaped have entered into the ears of the Lord of Armies.

Then Jael Heber’s wife took a tent peg, and took a hammer in her hand, and went softly to him, and struck the pin into his temples, and it pierced through into the ground, for he was in a deep sleep; so he fainted and died.

When David had come to the top, where God was worshiped, behold, Hushai the Archite came to meet him with his tunic torn, and earth on his head.

For the battle was there spread over the surface of all the country, and the forest devoured more people that day than the sword devoured.

He delivered me from my strong enemy, from those who hated me, for they were too mighty for me.

Yahweh, my God, I take refuge in you. Save me from all those who pursue me, and deliver me,

Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

I will pursue my enemies, and overtake them. I won’t turn away until they are consumed.

Save, Yahweh! Let the King answer us when we call!

I will take away his blood out of his mouth, and his abominations from between his teeth; and he also will be a remnant for our God; and he will be as a chieftain in Judah, and Ekron as a Jebusite.

But when he saw that the wind was strong, he was afraid, and beginning to sink, he cried out, saying, “Lord, save me!”

When evildoers came at me to eat up my flesh, even my adversaries and my foes, they stumbled and fell.

Woe to him who says to the wood, ‘Awake!’ or to the mute stone, ‘Arise!’ Shall this teach? Behold, it is overlaid with gold and silver, and there is no breath at all within it.