The book of Psalms
To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David
Care for the poor
||Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the Lord will deliver him in time of trouble.
||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.
||The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make 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: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
||All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.
||An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
|| Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.
David asks God for help
||But thou, O Lord, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.
||By this I know that thou favourest me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.
||And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever.
||Blessed be the Lord God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.
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