Psalms 28
1 Of David Unto thee will I cry, O my strong defense: think no scorn of me, lest, if thou make thee as though thou heardest not, I be come like them, that go down into the pit.
2 Hear the voice of my humble petition, when I cry unto thee, and hold up my hands toward thy holy temple.
3 O pluck me not away among the ungodly and wicked doers, which speak friendly to their neighbours, but imagine mischief in their hearts.
4 Reward them according to their deeds and wickedness of their own inventions. Recompense them after the works of their hands, pay them that they have deserved.
5 For they regard not the works of the LORD, nor the operation of his hands: therefore shall he break them down, and not build them up.
6 Praised be the LORD, for he hath heard the voice of my humble petition.
7 The LORD is my strength and my shield: my heart hoped in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart danceth for joy, and I will sing praises unto him.
8 The LORD is the strength of his people, he is the defender and Saviour of his anointed.
9 O help thy people, give thy blessing unto thine inheritance: feed them, and set them up for ever.