Psalm 28. A Psalm of David.
And to the will. I cry a Lord, my rock. Be not silent to me. Lest, if they'll be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit. Hear the voice of my supplications when I cry unto thee. When I lift up my hands toward the holy Oracle. Draw me not away with the wicked and with the workers of iniquity. Which speak peace to their neighbors, but mischief is in their hearts. Give them according to their deeds. And according to the wickedness of their endeavors.
Give them after the works of their hands, render to them, their desert. Because they regard not the works of the Lord nor the operation of his hands. He shall destroy them and not build them up. Less it'd be the Lord. Because he has heard the voice of my supplications. The Lord is my strength and my shield, my heart trusted in him. And I am helped. Therefore, my heart greatly rejoice it. And with my song, will I praise him?
The Lord is their strength and he is the saving strength of his anointed. Save the people and blessed dine inheritance. Feed them also and lift them up forever.
