Jehovah, I call to You, my Rock. Do not be deaf to me. If You remain silent I will be like those that go down into the pit.
Hear the voice of my supplications when I cry unto You, when I lift up my hands toward Your holy oracle.
Don’t draw me away with the wicked and the workers of iniquity, who speak peace to their neighbors, but mischief is in their hearts.
Give to them according to their deeds and according to the wickedness of their endeavors. Give them after the work of their hands. Render to them their desert, because they regard not the works of Jehovah, nor the operation of His hands. He shall destroy them and not build them up.
Blessed be Jehovah, because He has heard the voice of my supplications.