¶ Of David Unto thee will I cry, O my strong defense: think no scorn of me, lest, if thou make thee as though thou heardest not, I be come like them, that go down into the pit. Hear the voice of my humble petition, when I cry unto thee, and hold up my hands toward thy holy temple. O pluck me not away among the ungodly and wicked doers, which speak friendly to their neighbours, but imagine mischief in their hearts. Reward them according to their deeds and wickedness of their own inventions. Recompense them after the works of their hands, pay them that they have deserved. For they regard not the works of the LORD, nor the operation of his hands: therefore shall he break them down, and not build them up.
¶ Praised be the LORD, for he hath heard the voice of my humble petition. The LORD is my strength and my shield: my heart hoped in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart danceth for joy, and I will sing praises unto him. The LORD is the strength of his people, he is the defender and Saviour of his anointed. O help thy people, give thy blessing unto thine inheritance: feed them, and set them up for ever.