Psalmów 28

1Unto you, O , Lorddo I cry; my rock, be not deaf to me: lest, through holding your peace, I become like those who go down to the pit. 2Hear my loud entreaty, as I cry for help to you, my hands, O Lord, your holy chancel. 3Take me not off with the wicked, nor with the workers of wrong, whose speech to their neighbours is friendly, while evil is in their heart. 4Give them as they have done, as their wicked deeds deserve. As their hands have wrought, so give to them: requite to them their deserts. 5They are blind to all that the Lorddoes, to all that his hands have wrought; and so he will tear them down, to build them up no more. 6Blest be the , Lordwho has heard my voice as I plead for mercy. 7The Lordis my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him. I was helped: so my heart is exultant, and in my song I will praise him. 8The Lordis the strength of his people, the fortress who saves his anointed.