Psalm 28

¹ 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 mercy-seat 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 petitions.

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.