Blessed is the man who considers the poor.
The Lord will deliver in the day of trouble.
The Lord will preserve and will keep him alive.
He'll be blessed on the earth, not surrendered to his foes.
The Lord sustains him on the couch of his languishing, and in illness transforms his
bed.
O Lord, be gracious to me.
Heal my soul, for I have sinned.
Against me my foes speak evil.
When will he die and his name be demolished?
He visits me with falsehood and goes out to tell.
So all who hate me start to whisper against me.
A wicked thing has been poured out on him.
When he lies down, he will not rise again.
O Lord, be gracious to me.
Heal my soul, for I have sinned.
O Lord, be gracious to me.
Heal my soul, for I have sinned.
Even my close friend, whom I trusted, the weight of my bread lifts his heel
against me.
O Lord, be gracious to me and raise me up.
By this I know you delight in me.
For you uphold me because of my integrity and set me in your presence forever.
Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel, from everlasting to everlasting.
Amen and Amen.