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1  For the music director; a psalm of David. 
How blessed is the one who treats the poor properly!  
When trouble comes, the Lord delivers him. 
2  May the Lord protect him and save his life!  
May he be blessed in the land! 
Do not turn him over to his enemies! 
3  The Lord supports him on his sickbed; 
you completely heal him from his illness. 
4  As for me, I said:  
“O Lord, have mercy on me! 
Heal me, for I have sinned against you! 
5  My enemies ask this cruel question about me,  
‘When will he finally die and be forgotten?’ 
6  When someone comes to visit, he pretends to be friendly; 
he thinks of ways to defame me,  
and when he leaves he slanders me. 
7  All who hate me whisper insults about me to one another;  
they plan ways to harm me. 
8  They say, 
‘An awful disease overwhelms him,  
and now that he is bed-ridden he will never recover.’ 
9  Even my close friend whom I trusted, 
he who shared meals with me, has turned against me. 
10  As for you, O Lord, have mercy on me and raise me up, 
so I can pay them back!” 
11  By this I know that you are pleased with me, 
for my enemy does not triumph over me. 
12  As for me, you uphold me because of my integrity; 
you allow me permanent access to your presence. 
13  The Lord God of Israel deserves praise  
in the future and forevermore!  
We agree! We agree!