Psalm 28

A Psalm of David.

1        To thee I'll cry, O Lord, my rock;

                   hold not thy peace to me;

          Lest like those that to pit descend

                   I by thy silence be.

2        The voice hear of my humble pray'rs,

                   when unto thee I cry;

          When to thine holy oracle

                   I lift mine hands on high.

3        With ill men draw me not away

                   that work iniquity;

          That speak peace to their friends, while in

                   their hearts doth mischief lie.

4        Give them according to their deeds

                   and ills endeavoured:

          And as their handy-works deserve,

                   to them be rendered.

5        God shall not build, but them destroy,

                   who would not understand

          The Lord's own works, nor did regard

                   the doing of his hand.

6        For ever blessed be the Lord,

                   for graciously he heard

          The voice of my petitions,

                   and prayers did regard.

7        The Lord's my strength and shield; my heart

                   upon him did rely;

          And I am helped: hence my heart

                   doth joy exceedingly,

          And with my song I will him praise.

8                 Their strength is God alone:

          He also is the saving strength

                   of his anointed one.

9        O thine own people do thou save,

                   bless thine inheritance;

          Them also do thou feed, and them

                   for evermore advance.