1 U nto You do I cry, O Lord my Rock, be not deaf and silent to me, lest, if You be silent to me, I become like those going down to the pit.

2 H ear the voice of my supplication as I cry to You for help, as I lift up my hands toward Your innermost sanctuary (the Holy of Holies).

3 D rag me not away with the wicked, with the workers of iniquity, who speak peace with their neighbors, but malice and mischief are in their hearts.

4 R epay them according to their work and according to the wickedness of their doings; repay them according to the work of their hands; render to them what they deserve.

5 B ecause they regard not the works of the Lord nor the operations of His hands, He will break them down and not rebuild them.

6 B lessed be the Lord, because He has heard the voice of my supplications.

7 T he Lord is my Strength and my Shield; my heart trusts in, relies on, and confidently leans on Him, and I am helped; therefore my heart greatly rejoices, and with my song will I praise Him.

8 T he Lord is their Strength, and He is the Stronghold of salvation to His anointed.

9 S ave Your people and bless Your heritage; nourish and shepherd them and carry them forever.