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