Thursday 1yr 104

To you, O Lord, I call; O my Rock, be not deaf to me, Lest, if you heed me not, I become one of those going down into the pit. Hear the sound of my pleading, when I cry to you, lifting up my hands toward your holy shrine. Drag me not away with the wicked, with those who do wrong, Who speak civilly to their neighbors though evil is in their hearts. Repay them for their deeds, for the evil of their doings. For the work of their hands repay them; give them their deserts. Because they consider not the deeds of the Lord nor the work of his hands, may he tear them down and not build them up.

Blessed be the Lord, for he had heard the sound of my pleading; the Lord is my strength and my shield. In him my heart trusts, and I find help; then my heart exults, and with my song I give him thanks.

The Lord is the strength of his people, the saving refuge if his anointed. Save your people, and bless your inheritance; feed them, and carry them forever!