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1 To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid. Blessed is he that consydreth the poore the Lorde shall delyuer hym in the tyme of trouble.
2 The Lorde preserue hym, & kepe him aliue: that he maye be blessed vpon earth, & delyuer not thou hym in to the wyll of hys enemyes.
3 The Lord comforte hym, when he lyeth syck vpon hys bedd: make thou all his bedd in his sicknesse.
4 I sayde: Lord be mercyfull vnto me, heale my soule, for I haue synned agaynst the.
5 Myne enemyes speake euell of me: when shall he dye, & hys name perish?
6 And yf he come to se me, he speaketh vanite, & his hart conceaueth falshode within him selfe: & whan he commeth forth, he telleth it.
7 All myne enemyes whisper together agaynst me: euen agaynst me do they ymagin this euell.
8 Let the sentence of giltynesse proceade agaynst him: & now that he lyeth, let him ryse vp nomore.
9 Yee, euen mine awne familier frend whom I trusted (whych dyd also eate of my bred) hath layed greate wayte for me.
10 But be thou mercyfull vnto me (O Lord) rayse thou me vp agayne, and I shall rewarde them.
11 By this I know thou fauourest me, that my enemye doth not triumphe agaynst me.
12 And whan I am in my health, thou vpholdest me, and shalt set me before thy face for euer.
13 Blessed be the Lorde God of Israel, worlde wythout ende, Amen, and Amen.