1 Blessed is he that wisely doththe poor man's case consider;For when the time of trouble is,the Lord will him deliver.
2 God will him keep, yea, save alive;on earth he bless'd shall live;And to his enemies' desirethou wilt him not up give.
3 God will give strength when he on bedof languishing doth mourn;And in his sickness sore, O Lord,thou all his bed wilt turn.
4 I said, O Lord, do thou extendthy mercy unto me;O do thou heal my soul; for why?I have offended thee.
5 Those that to me are enemies,of me do evil say,When shall he die, that so his namemay perish quite away?
6 To see me if he comes, he speaksvain words: but then his heartHeaps mischief to it, which he tells,when forth he doth depart.
7 My haters jointly whispering,'gainst me my hurt devise.
8 Mischief, say they, cleaves fast to him;he li'th, and shall not rise.
9 Yea, ev'n mine own familiar friend,on whom I did rely,Who ate my bread, ev'n he his heelagainst me lifted high.
10 But, Lord, be merciful to me,and up again me raise,That I may justly them requiteaccording to their ways.
11 By this I know that certainlyI favour'd am by thee;Because my hateful enemytriumphs not over me.
12 But as for me, thou me uphold'stin mine integrity;And me before thy countenancethou sett'st continually.