The Holy Bible

1Unto thee will I cry, O Lord my rock;
be not silent to me:
lest, if thou be silent to me,
I become like them that go down into the pit. 2 Hear the voice of my supplications,
when I cry unto thee, when I lift up my hands
toward thy holy oracle.   3 Draw me not away with the wicked,
and with the workers of iniquity, which speak peace to their neighbours,
but mischief is in their hearts. 4 Give 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. 5 Because they regard not the works of the Lord,
nor the operation of his hands, he shall destroy them,
and not build them up.   6 Blessed be the Lord,
because he hath heard the voice of my supplications. 7 The Lord 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.   8 The Lord is their strength,
and he is the saving strength of his anointed. 9 Save thy people, and bless thine inheritance:
feed them also, and lift them up for ever.