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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.
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 sett’st me thee before for aye. 13 Blest hath Jehovah Isr’el’s God from everlasting been, also unto everlasting. Amen, yea and Amen.