VNto thee will I cry, O Lord my strength: think no scorn of me, lest if thou make as though thou hearest not, I become like them that go down into the pit.
2 Heare the voyce of my humble petitions when I cry unto thee: when I hold up my hands toward the mercy-seat of thy holy temple.
3 O pluck me not away (neither destroy me) with the ungodly and wicked doers: which speak friendly to their neighbours, but imagine mischief in their hearts.
4 Reward them according to their deeds: and accor∣ding to the wickednesse of their own inventions.
5 Recompence them after the work of their hands: pay them that they have deserved.
6 For they regard not in their minde the works of the Lord, nor the operation of his hands: therefore shall he break them down, and not build them up.
7 Praised be the Lord: for he hath heard the voyce of my humble petitions.
8 The Lord is my strength and my shield, my heart hath trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart danceth for joy, and in my song will I praise him.
9 The Lord is my strength: and he is the wholsome defence of his anointed.