Psalms 27

¹A psalm for David himself. Unto thee will I cry, O Lord: O my God, be not thou silent to me: lest if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit. ²Hear, O Lord, the voice of my supplication, when I pray to thee; when I lift up my hands to thy holy temple. ³Draw me not away together with the wicked; and with the workers of iniquity destroy me not: Who speak peace with their neighbour, but evils are in their hearts. ⁴Give them according to their works, and according to the wickedness of their inventions. According to the works of their hands give thou to them: render to them their reward. ⁵Because they have not understood the works of the Lord, and the operations of his hands: thou shalt destroy them, and shalt not build them up. ⁶Blessed be the Lord, for he hath heard the voice of my supplication. ⁷The Lord is my helper and my protector: in him hath my heart confided, and I have been helped. And my flesh hath flourished again, and with my will I will give praise to him. ⁸The Lord is the strength of his people, and the protector of the salvation of his anointed. ⁹Save, O Lord, thy people, and bless thy inheritance: and rule them and exalt them for ever.