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.
Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto thee,
When I lift up my hands toward thy holy oracle.
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.