28 - Ad te, Domine

1  Unto you will I cry, O Lord my rock; do not be deaf
  to my prayer; *
lest, if you do not answer, I become like those 
who go down into the pit.
2  Hear the voice of my humble petitions when I cry unto you, *
when I hold up my hands toward the sanctuary of your holy 
temple.
3  O cast me not away, neither destroy me with the ungodly
  and evildoers, *
who speak as friends to their neighbors, but imagine evil 
in their hearts.
4  Reward them according to their deeds *
and according to the wickedness of their own inventions.
5  Recompense them according to the work of their hands; *
pay them what they have deserved.
6  For they regard not in their mind the works of the Lord,
  nor the operation of his hands; *
therefore he shall break them down and not build them up.
7  Praised be the Lord, *
for he has heard the voice of my humble petitions.
8  The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart has trusted
  in him, and I am helped; *
therefore my heart dances for joy, and in my song 
will I praise him.
9  The Lord is my strength, *
and he is the sure defense of his Anointed.
10  O save your people, and give your blessing to your inheritance;  *
feed them, and lift them up for ever.