Psalms 28
1 David’s. Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, O my Rock! do not turn in silence from me, —lest, if thou turn from me in silence, I be like them who go down into the pit.
A psalm of David. Lord, my rock, I'm calling out to you. Please listen to me! For if you don't respond, I'll be like those who go down into the grave.
2 Hear the voice of my supplication, when I cry to thee for help, when I lift up my hands toward thy holy shrine.
Listen as I appeal for mercy, as I call for help, as I hold up my hands in prayer towards your holy Temple.
3 Do not drag me away—with the lawless, or with the workers of iniquity, —who speak peaceably with their neighbours, but, wrong, is in their heart.
Don't drag me off with the wicked, with those who do evil, who speak nicely to their neighbors while in their minds they're plotting evil.
4 Give them, according to their deed, and, according to the wrong of their practices, —According to the work of their own hands, give thou unto them, Bring back their own dealing to themselves.
Give them what they deserve for their evil actions. Pay them back for what they've done. Give them the reward they've earned!
5 Because they heed not The Deeds of Yahweh, or the Work of his hands, he will pull them down, and not build them.
For they don't pay any attention to what the Lord does, or to what he created. So he will destroy them—they will never be restored.
6 Blessed be Yahweh, Because he hath heard the voice of my supplication.
Praise the Lord! For he has heard my appeal for mercy!
7 Yahweh, is my strength and my shield, In him, hath trusted my heart, and I have found help, —Therefore hath my heart danced for joy, and, with my song, do I praise him.
The Lord is my strength and my shield. I trust in him and he helps me. I'm so happy, and I sing my thanks to him.
8 Yahweh, is strength to his people, —And, the all-saving refuge of his Anointed One, is he!
The Lord gives strength to his people; he is a safe refuge for the one he has anointed.
9 Oh save thy people, and bless thine inheritance, Tend them also, and carry them, Unto times age-abiding.
Save your people! Bless your “special possession”! Be their shepherd and carry them in your arms forever!
