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Blessed are those who have regard for the weak
The Lord delivers them in times of trouble
The Lord protects and preserves them—
And His efforts towards them are doubled

They are counted among the blessed in the land—
He does not give them over to the desire of their foes
The Lord sustains them on their sickbed
And restores them from their bed of illness

I said, “Have mercy on me
Heal me, for I have sinned against You, Lord”
My enemies say of me in malice
“When will he die and his name perish from the world?”

When one of them comes to see me
He speaks falsely, while his heart gathers slander
Then he goes out and spreads it around
And imagines how I surrender

All my enemies whisper together against me
They imagine the worst for me, saying
“A vile disease has afflicted him
He will never get up from the place where he lies despite of his prayings”

Even my close friend, someone I trusted,
One who shared my bread, has turned against me
But may You have mercy on me, Lord
Raise me up, that I may repay them, have mercy on me

I know that You are pleased with me
For my enemy does not triumph over me
Because of my integrity You uphold me
And set me in Your presence to forever be

Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel
From everlasting to everlasting both now and then
Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel
Amen and Amen