Ad te, Domine.

Unto thee will I cry, O | LORD, my strength:

* think no scorn of me; lest, if thou make as though thou hearest not, I become like them that go | down •into• the pit.

2 Hear the voice of my humble petitions, when I cry | unto thee;

* when I hold up my hands towards the mercyseat | of thy holy temple.

3 O pluck me not away, neither destroy me with the ungodly and | wicked doers,

* which speak friendly to their neighbours, but imagine | mischief in their hearts.

4 Reward them according | to their deeds,

* and according to the wickedness | of their own inventions.

5 Recompense them after the work | of their hands;

* pay them | that they have deserved.

6 For they regard not in their mind the works of the LORD, nor the operation | of his hands;

* therefore shall he break them down, and | not build them up.

7 Praised | be the LORD;

* for he hath heard the voice | of my •humble• petitions.

8 The LORD is my strength, and my shield; my heart hath trusted in him, and | I am helped;

* therefore my heart danceth for joy, and in my | song will I praise him.

9 The LORD | is my strength,

* and he is the wholesome de- | -fence of his anointed.

10 O save thy people, and give thy blessing unto | thine inheritance:

* feed them, and | set them up for ever.

Glory be to the Father, and | to the Son,

* and | to the Holy Ghost,

As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever shall be,

* world without | end.  Amen.