| 1 | <To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David.> Happy is the man who gives thought to the poor; the Lord will be his saviour in the time of trouble. |
| 2 | The Lord will keep him safe, and give him life; the Lord will let him be a blessing on the earth, and will not give him into the hand of his haters. |
| 3 | The Lord will be his support on his bed of pain: by you will all his grief be turned to strength. |
| 4 | I said, Lord, have mercy on me; make my soul well, because my faith is in you. |
| 5 | My haters say evil against me, When will he be dead, and his name come to an end? |
| 6 | If one comes to see me, deceit is in his heart; he keeps a store of evil, which he makes public in every place. |
| 7 | All my haters are talking secretly together against me; they are designing my downfall. |
| 8 | They say, He has an evil disease, which will not let him go: and now that he is down he will not get up again. |
| 9 | Even my dearest friend, in whom I had faith, who took bread with me, is turned against me. |
| 10 | But you, O Lord, have mercy on me, lifting me up, so that I may give them their punishment. |
| 11 | By this I see that you have pleasure in me, because my hater does not overcome me. |
| 12 | And as for me, you are my support in my righteousness, giving me a place before your face for ever. |
| 13 | May the Lord God of Israel be praised, through eternal days and for ever. So be it. So be it. |
