To you, Yahweh, I call; * my Rock, be not silent toward me.

If you do not answer me, * I will be like those who go down to the Pit.

    Hear my plea for mercy * as I cry to you,

    as I lift up my hands * toward your sacred shrine.

        Do not rank me with the wicked, * nor with the evildoers,

        who talk peace with their neighbors, * with treachery in their hearts.

           Do to them as they have done, * as their evil actions merit.

           For the work of their hands repay them; * give them what they deserve.

        For they have no regard * for what Yahweh has done * nor for the work of his hands.

        He will tear them down * and never rebuild them.

    Praised be Yahweh! * for he has heard my plea for mercy.

    Yahweh is my sturdy shield; * in him my heart has trusted.

I have become young again; * my heart leaps for joy; * so with my song I will praise him.

Yahweh is our stronghold and our refuge; * he is the Savior of his anointed.

Give your people victory, * and bless your patrimony; * shepherd them and carry them forever.