1 {A Psalm of David} Unto thee will I cry, O LORD, my strength; think no scorn of me, lest, if thou make as though thou hearest not, I become like them that go down into the pit. 2 Hear the voice of my humble petitions, when I cry unto thee, when I hold up my hands towards the mercy seat of thy holy temple.
3 O pluck me not away, neither destroy me with 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 in their mind 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 petitions. 7 The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart hath trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart danceth for joy, and in my song will I praise him.
8 The LORD is my strength, and he is the wholesome defense of his anointed. 9 O save thy people, and give thy blessing unto thine inheritance; feed them, and set them up forever.