Psalm 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.
2Hear 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.
3O 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.
4Reward them according to their deeds, * and according to the wickedness of their own inventions.
5Recompense them after the work of their hands; * pay them that they have deserved.
6For 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.
7Praised be the LORD; * for he hath heard the voice of my humble petitions.
8The 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.
9The LORD is my strength, * and he is the wholesome defence of his anointed.
10O save thy people, and give thy blessing unto thine inheritance: * feed them, and set them up for ever.