1 Unto thee will I cry, O Lord my rock; be not silent unto me lest, if thou be silent unto me, I become like those that go down into the grave.

2 Hear the voice of my supplications when I cry unto thee, when I lift up my hands toward the oracle of thy holiness.

3 Do not catch me away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity, who speak peace to their neighbours, but evil is in their hearts.

4 Give them according to their deeds and according to the wickedness of their endeavours: give them after the work of their hands; render unto them their desert.

5 Because they do not regard the works of the Lord nor the operation of his hands, he shall destroy them and not build them up.

6 Blessed be the Lord because he has heard the voice of my supplications.

7 The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped; therefore my heart greatly rejoices; and with my song I will praise him.

8 The Lord is the strength of his people, and he is the saving strength of his anointed.

9 Save thy people and bless thine inheritance; feed them also and lift them up for ever.