28 A song by David.

28 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’re 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.