A Psalm of David

1To You will I cry, O Lord my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if You be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.

2Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry to You, when I lift up my hands toward Your holy oracle.   appeals, requests; inner sanctuary

3Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity, which speak peace to their neighbor, but mischief is in their hearts.

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

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

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

7The 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 will I praise Him.

8The Lord is their strength, and He is the saving strength of His anointed.

9Save Your people, and bless Your inheritance: feed them also, and lift them up for ever.