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How blessed is the one Who treats the poor properly When trouble comes May the LORD deliver him
May the LORD protect him And save his life May he be blessed in the land Do not turn him over To his enemies
The LORD supports him On his sickbed You have healed him From his illness
As for me, I said O LORD, have mercy on me Have mercy on me Heal me For I have sinned against you
My enemies ask This cruel question about me When will he finally die And be forgotten
When someone comes to visit He pretends to be friendly He thinks of ways to defame me And when he leaves He slanders me
All who hate me Whisper insults about me To one another They plan ways to harm me
They say An awful disease overwhelms him And now that he is bedridden He will never recover
Even my close friend Whom I trusted He who shared meals with me Has turned against me
Even my close friend Even my close friend Has turned against me
As for you, O LORD Have mercy on me And raise me up So I can pay them back
By this I know That you are pleased with me For my enemy Does not triumph over me
As for me You uphold me Because of my integrity You allow me permanent access To your presence
The LORD God of Israel Deserves praise In the future and forevermore
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