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