David pleads with the Lord to hear his voice and grant his petitions —
He prays: Save thy people, and bless thine inheritance.
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.
