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{To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.} Blessed is he that understandeth the poor: Jehovah will deliver him in the day of evil.
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Jehovah will preserve him, and keep him alive; he shall be made happy in the land; and thou wilt not deliver him to the will of his enemies.
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Jehovah will sustain him upon the bed of languishing: thou turnest all his bed in his sickness.
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As for me, I said, Jehovah, be gracious unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
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Mine enemies wish me evil: When will he die, and his name perish?
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And if one come to see [me], he speaketh falsehood; his heart gathereth wickedness to itself: 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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A thing of Belial cleaveth fast unto him; and now that he is laid down, he will rise up no more.
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Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I confided, who did eat of my bread, hath lifted up [his] heel against me.
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But thou, Jehovah, be gracious unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.