| To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. |
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Blessed is he who considers the poor; The LORD will deliver him in time of trouble.
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The LORD will preserve him and keep him alive, And he will be blessed on the earth; You will not deliver him to the will of his enemies.
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The LORD will strengthen him on his bed of illness; You will sustain him on his sickbed.
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I said, “LORD, be merciful to me; Heal my soul, for I have sinned against You.”
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My enemies speak evil of me: “When will he die, and his name perish?”
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And if he comes to see me, he speaks lies; His heart gathers iniquity to itself; When he goes out, he tells it.
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All who hate me whisper together against me; Against me they devise my hurt.
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“An evil disease,” they say, “clings to him. And now that he lies down, he will rise up no more.”
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Even my own familiar friend in whom I trusted, Who ate my bread, Has lifted up his heel against me.
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But You, O LORD, be merciful to me, and raise me up, That I may repay them.
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By this I know that You are well pleased with me, Because my enemy does not triumph over me.
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As for me, You uphold me in my integrity, And set me before Your face forever.
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Blessed be the LORD God of Israel From everlasting to everlasting! Amen and Amen.
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