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A Psalm of David.
1 Unto 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.