28  A song by David.

1 Yahweh, I call out to you for help, my rock of safety.

Don’t refuse to hear me

because if you’re silent, I’ll soon be with those who are heading down to their graves.

2 Hear my pleading when I call for help from you—

when I raise my hands toward your most sacred room.

3 Don’t drag me away along with the wicked—those who do evil things,

who talk about peace with their neighbours but have evil plans in their minds.

4 Give them what their actions deserve

≈ and repay them what their wickedness demands.

Repay them what they’ve done

≈ and give them what they deserve.

5 Because they don’t understand what Yahweh does,

he’ll tear them down and never rebuild them.

6 Blessed be Yahweh

because he’s heard my requests.

7 Yahweh makes me strong and protects me like a shield.

I trust in him, and he helps me.

That’s why I’m so happy inside,

and I’ll praise him by singing.

8 Yahweh gives strength to his people,

and he is the place of safety for his anointed one.

9 Rescue your people

≈ and bless your inheritance.

Be their shepherd and carry them always.