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.
3With wicked who much evil do, do not drag me away;
Who speak peace with their friends, while hate is in their hearts all day.
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, a fortress of salvation strong.
9O save Your people, and do bless Your own inheritance;
And be their shepherd, carry them – forever their defense.