1 {To the Chanter, a Psalm of David} Blessed is he, that considereth the poor; the LORD shall deliver him in the time of trouble.
2 The 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.
3 The LORD shall refresh him, when he lieth sick upon his bed, yea thou makest his bed in all his sickness.
4 I said, "LORD be merciful unto me, heal my soul, for I have sinned against thee!"
5 Mine enemies speak evil upon me, "When shall he die, and his name perish?"
6 And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity, and his heart conceiveth falsehood within himself; and when he cometh forth, he telleth it.
7 All mine enemies whisper together against me; even against me do they imagine this evil.
8 They have given a wicked sentence upon me, "When he lieth, he shall rise up no more."
9 Yea, even mine own familiar friend, whom I trusted, who did also eat my bread, hath lift up his heel against me.