1 Unto you, O Lord, do I cry; my rock, be not deaf to me: lest, through holding your peace, I become like those who go down to the pit.
2 Hear my loud entreaty, as I cry for help to you, lifting my hands, O Lord, towards your holy chancel.
3 Take me not off with the wicked, nor with the workers of wrong, whose speech to their neighbours is friendly, while evil is in their heart.
4 Give them as they have done, as their wicked deeds deserve. As their hands have wrought, so give to them: requite to them their deserts.
5 They are blind to all that the Lord does, to all that his hands have wrought; and so he will tear them down, to build them up no more.
6 Blest be the Lord, who has heard my voice as I plead for mercy.
7 The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him. I was helped: so my heart is exultant, and in my song I will praise him.
8 The Lord is the strength of his people, the fortress who saves his anointed.
9 O save your people, and bless your inheritance. Be their shepherd and carry them forever.