Psalm 28

O Lord my rock, to thee I cry,
be not silent to me,
Lest else, to those that to the grave
descend, I likened be.
The voice of thy suppliant hear,
when unto thee I cry,
And to thine holy Oracle
lift up mine hands on high.

With workers of iniquity,
Lord, cast me not away,
That speak peace to their friends, but hatch
mischief in heart all day.
Give them according to their deeds,
and as they mischief meant
In heart, and wrought it with their hands,
give them due punishment.

God shall destroy, not build them up,
because they have not thought
On Gods great works, nor did regard
that which his hands have wrought.
The Lord be blest, because he heard
the voice of my request,
The Lord my strength is, and my shield,
mine heart on him doth rest.

And I am helpt, therefore mine heart
is joy'd exceedingly,
And I will praise him in my song,
and his name magnifie.
Yea and the same Lord is the strength
of all that are his own,
And he the saving health of his
anointed is alone.

Lord save thy people, blesse thou still
thine own inheritance,
Feed them, and rule them, and do thou
for ever them advance,