Popular Bible Verses from Psalms 7

Deildu

I wull prayse the Lord akordin’ til his richteousniss; an’ wull sing prayse til the næme o’ the Maist Hie.

My saufgaird is in God, which saufes the upricht in hairt.

God juudges the richteous, an’ God is angirie wi’ the wicket ilka daye.

Och let the wicketniss o’ the wicket cum til ane en’; but sete firm an’ mak’ siccer the juste: for the richteous God tryes the hairts an’ reens.

O Lord my God, in thee do I pit my trust; saufe me frae a’ thame that persikute me, an’ delifer me.