A Psalm
of David.
1 Unto thee, OLord, 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.
2 Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto thee, when I lift up my hands toward thy holy oracle.
3 Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity; which speak peace with their neighbours, but mischief is in their hearts.
4 Give 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.
5 Because they regard not the works of theLord, nor the operation of his hands, he shall break them down and not build them up.
6 Blessed be theLord, because he hath heard the voice of my supplications.
7 TheLordis 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.
8 TheLordis their strength, and he is a strong hold of salvation to his anointed.
9 Save thy people, and bless thine inheritance: feed them also, and bear them up for ever.