To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
1 Blessed is he who considers the [a]poor;
The Lord will deliver him in time of trouble.
And he will be blessed on the earth;
You will not deliver him to the will of his enemies.
You will [b]sustain him on his sickbed.
Heal my soul, for I have sinned against You.”
“When will he die, and his name perish?”
His heart gathers iniquity to itself;
When he goes out, he tells it.
Against me they [d]devise my hurt.
And now that he lies down, he will rise up no more.”
Who ate my bread,
Has [f]lifted up his heel against me.
That I may repay them.
Because my enemy does not triumph over me.
And set me before Your face forever.
From everlasting to everlasting!
Amen and Amen.