1To You I call, O Lord my Rock; don’t turn Your ear from me;
For if You’re silent, then like those within the pit I’ll be.
2O, hear my cry for mercy, as to You for help I call;
As I lift up my hands to the Most Holy Place of all.
3Don’t drag me off with wicked ones who evil do impart,
Who speak peace with their neighbors but hide malice in their heart.
4Repay them for their evil work, for deeds their hands have done;
Bring back on them what they deserve, the evil of each one.
5Since they do not regard the Lord, nor works His hands have done,
He’ll tear them down, and never build back up a single one.
6Praise to the Lord, for He has heard my cry for grace from Him.
7The Lord’s my strength and shield; I’m helped as my heart trusts in Him.
My heart does leap for joy, and I give thanks to Him in song.
8The Lord’s His people’s strength, and His anointed’s fortress strong.
9O save Your people, save and bless Your own inheritance;
And be their shepherd, carry them—forever their defense.