A psalm of David
1
Unto thee will I cry, O Lord, my rock; be not silent to me, lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.
2
Hear the voice of my supplications when I cry unto thee, when I lift up my hands towards thy holy oracle.
3
Draw me not away with the wicked and with the workers of iniquity, which speak peace to their neighbors, but mischief is in their hearts.
4
Give them according to their deeds and according to the wickedness of their endeavors; give them after the work of their hands; render to them their desert.
5
Because they regard not the works of the Lord nor the operation of his hands, he shall destroy them and not build them up.
6
Blessed be the Lord because he hath heard the voice of my supplications.
7
The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped; therefore, my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him.
8
The Lord is their strength, and he is the saving strength of his anointed.
9
Save thy people, and bless thine inheritance; feed them also, and lift them up forever.