Psalms 28
Psalm 28
Of David.
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.
2Hear my loud entreaty,
as I cry for help to you,
lifting my hands, O Lord,
towards your holy chancel.
3Take 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.
4Give them as they have done,
as their wicked deeds deserve.
As their hands have wrought, so give to them:
requite to them their deserts.
5They 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.
6Blest be the Lord, who has heard
my voice as I plead for mercy.
7The 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.
8The Lord is the strength of his people,
the fortress who saves his anointed.
9O save your people,
and bless your inheritance.
Be their shepherd
and carry them forever.
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