Words: Scottish Psalter, 1615, alt.

Music: Scottish Psalter, 1615, alt.

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I cry to You, O Lord, my Rock;
to me do not be deaf;
if You are silent, I'll descend
into the pit of death.

O hear my supplicating voice
when unto You I cry,
when to Your holy dwelling place
I lift my hands up high.

O cast me not away with those
who work iniquity,
who to their neighbors speak of peace
while plotting treachery.

Repay them justly for their deeds,
the evil of their way;
and for the things their hands have done,
a due reward repay.

Since they do not regard the works
and actions of His hand,
the Lord will surely tear them down;
He will not let them stand.