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