1 Unto thee will I cry, O Lord my rock;be not silent to me:lest, if thou be silent to me,I become like them that go down into the pit.
2 Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto thee,when I lift up my hands toward thy holy oracle.
3 Draw me not away with the wicked,and with the workers of iniquity,which speak peace to their neighbors,but mischief is in their hearts.
4 Give them according to their deeds,and according to the wickedness of their endeavors:give them after the work of their hands;render to them their desert.
5 Because they regard not the works of the Lord,nor the operation of his hands,he shall destroy them, and not build them up.