1[A Psalme of Dauid.] Vnto thee will I cry, O Lord, my rocke, be not silent to mee: lest if thou be silent to me, I become like them that goe downe into the pit. 2Heare the voyce of my supplications, when I cry vnto thee: when I lift vp my handes toward thy holy Oracle. 3Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquitie: which speake peace to their neighbors, but mischiefe is in their hearts.4Giue them according to their deedes, and according to the wickednes of their endeuours: giue them after the worke of their handes, render to them their desert. 5Because they regard not the workes of the Lord, nor the operation of his hands, he shal destroy them, and not build them vp.