Psalm 28
or Coverdale
Ad te, Domine

¹O Lord, I call to you;
my Rock, do not be deaf to my cry; *
lest, if you do not hear me,
I become like those who go down to the Pit.
²Hear the voice of my prayer when I cry out to you, *
when I lift up my hands to your holy of holies.
³Do not snatch me away with the wicked or with the
evildoers, *
who speak peaceably with their neighbors,
while strife is in their hearts.
⁴Repay them according to their deeds, *
and according to the wickedness of their actions.
⁵According to the work of their hands repay them, *
and give them their just deserts.
⁶They have no understanding of the Lord's doings,
nor of the works of his hands; *
therefore he will break them down and not
build them up.
⁷Blessed is the Lord! *
for he has heard the voice of my prayer.
⁸The Lord is my strength and my shield; *
my heart trusts in him, and I have been helped;
⁹Therefore my heart dances for joy, *
and in my song will I praise him.
¹⁰The Lord is the strength of his people, *
a safe refuge for his anointed.
¹¹Save your people and bless your inheritance; *
shepherd them and carry them for ever.