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- Blest is the one who helps the weak and poor;
God will deliver him in times of strife.
Surely the LORD will bless him in the land;
he will protect him and preserve his life.
- You will not hand him over to his foes,
nor give him over to their evil will.
When on his sickbed, him will God sustain;
you, LORD, will raise him up when he is ill.
- I said, “O LORD, be gracious unto me;
heal me, because against you I have sinned.”
Enemies speak with malice when they say,
“When will he die, his name be brought to end?”
- He comes to me with evil in his heart;
when he goes out, he spreads his empty lies.
All of my foes who hate me whisper low,
plotting the worst that evil minds devise.
- They say, “A deadly thing on him is poured;
he will not rise again and leave his bed.”
Even my close friend turned his back on me-
he, whom I trusted and who shared my break.
- But you, O LORD, be gracious unto me.
Raise me again their malice to requite.
O’er me my foes will not in triumph shout-
by this I know that in me you delight.
- You hold me fast in my integrity;
you set me in your presence evermore.
Bless Isr’el’s God, the LORD, from age to age!
Amen. Amen. Forever praise the LORD!