1To the chanter, a Psalm of David. Blessed is he, that considereth the poor: the LORD shall deliver him in the time of trouble.
2The LORD shall preserve him, and keep him alive: he shall make him to prosper upon earth, and shall not deliver him into the will of his enemies.
3The LORD shall refresh him, when he lieth sick upon his bed, yea thou makest his bed in all his sickness.
4I said: LORD be merciful unto me, heal my soul, for I have sinned against thee.
5Mine enemies speak evil upon me: when shall he die, and his name perish?
6Though he came in to see, yet meaned he falsity(falsede) in his heart, heaping mischief upon himself.
7All they that hate me, run together against me, and imagine evil against me.
8They have given a wicked sentence upon me: when he lieth, he shall rise up no more.
9Yea even mine own familiar friend, whom I trusted, which did eat my bread, hath lift up his heel against me.
10But be thou merciful unto me (O LORD) raise thou me up, and I shall reward them.
11By this I know thou favourest me, that my enemy shall not triumph over me.
12Thou hast upholden me because of my innocency, and set me before thy face for ever.
13O blessed be the LORD God of Israel, from hence forth and for evermore. Amen. Amen.