Psalms 28. Ad te, Domine.
UNTO thee will I cry, O LORD, my strength: * think no scorn of
me; lest, if thou make as though thou hearest not, I become like
them that go down into the pit.
2 Hear the voice of my humble petitions, when I cry unto thee;
* when I hold up my hands towards the mercyseat of thy holy temple.
3 O pluck me not away, neither destroy me with the ungodly and
wicked doers, * which speak friendly to their neighbours, but
imagine mischief in their hearts.
4 Reward them according to their deeds, * and according to the
wickedness of their own inventions.
5 Recompense them after the work of their hands; * pay them that
they have deserved.
6 For they regard not in their mind the works of the LORD, nor
the operation of his hands; * therefore shall he break them down,
and not build them up.
7 Praised be the LORD; * for he hath heard the voice of my humble
8 The LORD is my strength, and my shield; my heart hath trusted
in him, and I am helped; * therefore my heart danceth for joy,
and in my song will I praise him.
9 The LORD is my strength, * and he is the wholesome defence
of his anointed.
10 O save thy people, and give thy blessing unto thine inheritance:
* feed them, and set them up for ever.