Psalms 27

¹A psalm to David himself. To thee, o Lord, I will cry, my God keep not silence from me: lest at any time thou hold thy peace from me, & I shall be like to them that go down into the lake.

²Hear, o Lord, the voice of my petition whilst I pray to thee: whilst I lift up my hands to thy holy temple.

³Draw me not together with sinners: and with them that work iniquity destroy me not. Which speak peace with their neighbour, but evils in their hearts.

⁴Give them according to their works, & according to the wickedness of their inventions. According to the works of their hands give unto them: render them their retribution.

⁵Because they have not understood the works of our Lord, and in the works of his hands thou shalt destroy them, & not build them up.

⁶blessed be our Lord: because he hath heard the voice of my petition.

⁷Our Lord is my helper, and my protector: in him my heart hath hoped, and I was holpen. And my flesh flourished again: & with my will I will confess to him.

⁸Our Lord is the strength of his people: and he is the protector of the salvations of his anointed.

⁹Save thy people, o Lord, and bless thine inheritance: and rule them, and extol them for ever.