Unto the end, a psalm for David himself.
Blessed is he that understandeth concerning the needy and the poor: the Lord will deliver him in the evil day.
The Lord preserve him and give him life, and make him blessed upon the earth: and deliver him not up to the will of his enemies.
The Lord help him on his bed of sorrow: thou hast turned all his couch in his sickness.
I said: O Lord, be thou merciful to me: heal my soul, for I have sinned against thee.
My enemies have spoken evils against me: when shall he die and his name perish?
And if he came in to see me, he spoke vain things: his heart gathered together iniquity to itself. He went out and spoke to the same purpose.
All my enemies whispered together against me: they devised evils to me.
They determined against me an unjust word: shall he that sleepeth rise again no more?
For even the man of peace, in whom I trusted, who ate my bread, hath greatly supplanted me.
But thou, O Lord, have mercy on me, and raise me up again: and I will requite them.
By this I know, that thou hast had a good will for me: because my enemy shall not rejoice over me.
But thou hast upheld me by reason of my innocence: and hast established me in thy sight for ever.
Blessed by the Lord the God of Israel from eternity to eternity. So be it. So be it.