Psalm 28.

   1  To thee I'll cry, O Lord, my rock;
         hold not thy peace to me;
      Lest like those that to pit descend
         I by thy silence be.

   2  The voice hear of my humble pray'rs,
         when unto thee I cry;
      When to thine holy oracle
         I lift mine hands on high.

   3  With ill men draw me not away
         that work iniquity;
      That speak peace to their friends, while in
         their hearts doth mischief lie.

   4  Give them according to their deeds
         and ills endeavored:
      And as their handy-works deserve,
         to them be rendered.

   5  God shall not build, but them destroy,
         who would not understand
      The Lord's own works, nor did regard
         the doing of his hand.

   6  For ever blessed be the Lord,
         for graciously he heard
      The voice of my petitions,
         and prayers did regard.

   7  The Lord's my strength and shield; my heart
         upon him did rely;
      And I am helped: hence my heart
         doth joy exceedingly,

      And with my song I will him praise.
   8     My strength is God alone:
      He also is the saving strength
         of his anointed one.

   9  O thine own people do thou save,
         bless thine inheritance;
      Them also do thou feed, and them
         for evermore advance.


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