1 To you, LORD, I call.

My rock, don’t be deaf to me,

lest, if you are silent to me,

I would become like those who go down into the pit.

2 Hear the voice of my petitions, when I cry to you,

when I lift up my hands towards your Most Holy Place.

3 Don’t draw me away with the wicked,

with the workers of iniquity who speak peace with their neighbours,

but mischief is in their hearts.

4 Give them according to their work, and according to the wickedness of their doings.

Give them according to the operation of their hands.

Bring back on them what they deserve.

5 Because they don’t respect the works of the LORD,

nor the operation of his hands,

he will break them down and not build them up.

6 Blessed be the LORD,

because he has heard the voice of my petitions.

7 The LORD is my strength and my shield.

My heart has trusted in him, and I am helped.

Therefore my heart greatly rejoices.

With my song I will thank him.

8 The LORD is their strength.

He is a stronghold of salvation to his anointed.

9 Save your people,

and bless your inheritance.

Be their shepherd also,

and bear them up forever.