[A Psalme of Dauid.]
Vnto thee will I cry, O Lord, my rocke, be not silent to mee: lest if thou be silent to me, I become like them that goe downe into the pit.
Heare the voyce of my supplications, when I cry vnto thee: when I lift vp my handes toward thy holy Oracle.
Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquitie: which speake peace to their neighbors, but mischiefe is in their hearts.
Giue them according to their deedes, and according to the wickednes of their endeuours: giue them after the worke of their handes, render to them their desert.
Because they regard not the workes of the Lord, nor the operation of his hands, he shal destroy them, and not build them vp.
Blessed be the Lord, because he hath heard the voyce of my supplications.
The Lord is my strength, and my shield, my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly reioyceth, and with my song will I praise him.
The Lord is their strength, and hee is the sauing strength of his Anointed.
Saue thy people, and blesse thine inheritance, feede them also, and lift them vp for euer.