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Happy are those who consider the poor; the Lord delivers them in the day of trouble.
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The Lord protects them and keeps them alive; they are called happy in the land. You do not give them up to the will of their enemies.
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The Lord sustains them on their sickbed; in their illness you heal all their infirmities.
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As for me, I said, "O Lord, be gracious to me; heal me, for I have sinned against you."
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My enemies wonder in malice when I will die, and my name perish.
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And when they come to see me, they utter empty words, while their hearts gather mischief; when they go out, they tell it abroad.
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All who hate me whisper together about me; they imagine the worst for me.
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They think that a deadly thing has fastened on me, that I will not rise again from where I lie.
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Even my bosom friend in whom I trusted, who ate of my bread, has lifted the heel against me.
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But you, O Lord, be gracious to me, and raise me up, that I may repay them.
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By this I know that you are pleased with me; because my enemy has not triumphed over me.