BLESSED is he that considereth the poor and needy; * the LORD shall deliver him in the time of trouble.
 
The LORD preserve him, and keep him alive, that he may be blessed upon earth; * and deliver not thou him into the will of his enemies.
 
The LORD comfort him when he lieth sick upon his bed; * make thou all his bed in his sickness.
 
I said, LORD, be merciful unto me; * heal my soul, for I have sinned against thee.
 
Mine enemies speak evil of me, * When shall he die, and his name perish?
 
And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity, * and his heart conceiveth falsehood within himself; and when he cometh forth, he telleth it.
 
All mine enemies whisper together against me; * even against me do they imagine this evil.
 
An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him; * and now that he lieth, he shall rise up no more.
 
Yea, even mine own familiar friend whom I trusted, * who did also eat of my bread, hath laid great wait for me.
 
But be thou merciful unto me, O LORD; * raise thou me up again, and I shall reward them.
 
By this I know thou favourest me, * that mine enemy doth not triumph against me.
 
And in my innocency thou upholdest me, * and shalt set me before thy face for ever.
 
Blessed be the LORD God of Israel, * world without end. Amen.

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