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KING JAMES VERSION (KJV)


1  (To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.) Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in time of trouble.

2  The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies.

3  The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.

4  I said, LORD, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

5  Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?

6  And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.

7  All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.

8  An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.

9  Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.

10  But thou, O LORD, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.

11  By this I know that thou favourest me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.

12  And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever.

13  Blessed be the LORD God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.

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1  Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core.

2  As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God.

3  My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?

4  My tears have been any bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily : Where is thy God?

5  These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me : for I shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of God : With the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one feasting.

6  Why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou trouble me? Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him : the salvation of my countenance,

7  and my God. My soul is troubled within myself : therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little hill.

8  Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.

9  In the daytime the Lord hath commanded his mercy; and a canticle to him in the night. With me is prayer to the God of my life.

10  I will say to God : Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me?

11  Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies who trouble me have reproached me; Whilst they say to me day be day : Where is thy God?

12  Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me? Hope thou in God, for I will still give praise to him : the salvation of my countenance, and my God.