Psalm 28

¹ Jehovah, unto thee I cry,

my rock, be thou not deaf me fro:

lest thou be dumb from me and I

be like them down to pit that go.

² Hear thou the voice of my request

for grace, when unto thee I cry:

when I lift up mine hands unto

thine oracle of sanctity.

³ With ill men draw me not away,

with workers of unrighteousness,

that with their neighbours’ peace do speak,

but in their hands is wickedness.

⁴ Give thou to them like to their works

and like the evil of their deeds:

give them like to their handyworks,

and render unto them their meeds.

⁵ Because unto Jehovah’s work

they did not wise attention yield,

neither unto his handywork,

them he will waste, but not up build.

⁶ The Lord be blest, for he hath heard

the voice of my requests for grace.

⁷ God is my strength, my shield, in him

my heart did trust, and help’d I was:

therefore my heart will gladness show,

and with my song I’ll him confess.

⁸ The Lord of his anointed ones

their strength, and tow’r of safety is.

⁹ Salvation to thy people give,

and bless thou thine inheritance,

and ev’n unto eternity

do thou them feed and them advance.