To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1 Blessed is he that wisely doth
unto the poor attend:
the Lord will him deliverance
in time of trouble send.
2 Him God will keep, and make to live;
on earth he blest shall be:
nor do thou him unto the will
give of his enemy.
3 Upon the bed of languishing
the Lord will strengthen him:
thou also wilt make all his bed
within his sickness time.
4 I said, Jehovah, O be thou
merciful unto me:
heal thou my soul, because that I
have sinned against thee.
5 Those men that be mine enemies,
with evil me defame,
When will the time come he shall die,
and perish shall his name?
6 And if he come to see me, he
speaks vanity: his heart
sin to itself heaps; when he goes
forth, he doth it impart.
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7 All that me hate against me they
together whisper still:
against me they imagine do
to me malicious ill.
8 Thus do they say some ill disease
unto him cleaveth sore:
and seeing now he lieth down
he shall rise up no more.
9 Moreover my familiar friend
on whom my trust I set,
his heel against me lifted up,
who of my bread did eat.
10 But Lord me pity, and me raise,
that I may them requite.
11 By this I know assuredly
in me thou dost delight,
for o’er me triumphs not my foe.
12 And me, thou dost me stay
in mine integrity, and set’st
me thee before for aye.
13 Blest hath Jehovah Israel’s God
from everlasting been,
also unto everlasting.
Amen, yea and Amen.