Psalm 28. Ad te, Domine.

1. INTO thee will I cry, O Lord, my strength: *
   think no scorn of me; lest, if thou make as though thou hearest not, I become like them that go down into the pit.
2. Hear the voice of my humble petitions, when I cry unto thee; *
   when I hold up my hands towards the mercy-seat of thy holy temple.
3. O pluck me not away, neither destroy me with the ungodly and wicked doers, *
   which speak friendly to their neighbours, but imagine mischief in their hearts.
4. Reward them according to their deeds, *
   and according to the wickedness of their own inventions.
5. Recompense them after the work of their hands; *
   pay them that they have deserved.
6. For they regard not in their mind the works of the Lord, nor the operation of his hands; *
   therefore shall he break them down, and not build them up.
7. Praised be the Lord; *
   for he hath heard the voice of my humble petitions.
8. The Lord is my strength, and my shield; my heart hath trusted in him, and I am helped; *
   therefore my heart danceth for joy, and in my song will I praise him.
9. The Lord is my strength, *
   and he is the wholesome defence of his anointed.
10. O save thy people, and give thy blessing unto thine inheritance: *
    feed them, and set them up for ever.