To the chief Musician, A Psalm of
David.
Blessed is
he that considereth the poor: the Lord will
deliver him in time of trouble.
02 The Lord will preserve him, and keep him
alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth:
and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of
his enemies.
03 The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of
languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his
sickness.
04 I said, Lord, be merciful unto me: heal my
soul; for I have sinned against thee.
05 Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he
die, and his name perish?
06 And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity:
his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he
goeth abroad, he telleth it.
07 All that hate me whisper together against me:
against me do they devise my hurt.
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08 An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto
him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no
more.
09 Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I
trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted
up his heel against me.
10 But thou, O Lord, be merciful unto me, and
raise me up, that I may requite them.
11 By this I know that thou favourest me, because
mine enemy doth not triumph over me.
12 And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine
integrity, and settest me before thy face for
ever.
13 Blessed be the Lord God of Israel from
everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.
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