A Psalm of David.
1 To You I will cry, O Lord my Rock:
Do not be silent to me,
Lest, if You are silent to me,
I become like those who go down to the pit.
When I cry to You,
When I lift up my hands toward Your holy sanctuary.
And with the workers of iniquity,
Who speak peace to their neighbors,
But evil is in their hearts.
And according to the wickedness of their endeavors;
Give them according to the work of their hands;
Render to them what they deserve.
Nor the operation of His hands,
He shall destroy them
And not build them up.
Because He has heard the voice of my supplications!
My heart trusted in Him, and I am helped;
Therefore my heart greatly rejoices,
And with my song I will praise Him.
And He is the saving refuge of His [c]anointed.
And bless Your inheritance;
Shepherd them also,
And bear them up forever.