Psalms 28

A Psalm of David.

1Unto thee will I cry, O Yhwh my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.1

2Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto thee, when I lift up my hands toward thy holy oracle.2

3Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity, which speak peace to their neighbours, but mischief is in their hearts.

4Give them according to their deeds, and according to the wickedness of their endeavours: give them after the work of their hands; render to them their desert.

5Because they regard not the works of Yhwh, nor the operation of his hands, he shall destroy them, and not build them up.

6Blessed be Yhwh, because he hath heard the voice of my supplications.

7Yhwh is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him.

8Yhwh is their strength, and he is the saving strength of his anointed.34

9Save thy people, and bless thine inheritance: feed them also, and lift them up for ever.5