1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in the time of trouble.
2 The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him to the will of his enemies.
3 The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.
4 I said, LORD, be merciful to me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
5 My enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?
6 And if he cometh to see me, he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
7 All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.
8 An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast to him: and now that he lieth he shall rise no more.
9 Yes, my own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, who ate of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.