Psalm XXVIII

To thee I cry, O Lord, my Rock;
Let me thy [speedy] answer have,
Lest by thy silence I become
Like dead men [buried] in the grave.

My earnest supplications hear
When I to thee [for help] do cry;
When I my hands lift up towards
Thy [sacred] Oracle on high.

O draw me not away with those
Who [falsly] act this wicked part;
Who speak unto their neighbour's peace,
While mischief's in their [treacherous] heart.

Give them according to their deeds,
[After] the evil which they meant;
According to their handy work,
Render [to them] their punishment.

Since they regarded not God's works,
Nor what [great things] his hands have wrought,
He shall not build, but pull them down,
[Destroy] and bring them all to nought.

Blest be the Lord, because he heard
The [earnest] voice of my request:

The Lord's my strength, my shield, and help,
My heart on him [alone] shall rest.
Because he saveth me, therefore
My heart [in him] doth much rejoyce;
And with the songs of thanks and praise
[To him] I will lift up my voice.

The Lord is the defence and strength
Of those that be [indeed] his own;
And his anointed's Saviour
And strength is he, [and he] alone.

Lord save thy people, and still bless
Thy own [chosen] inheritance;
Them as their Shepherd rule and feed,
[Save and] for ever them advance.