1 The man is blest that doth provide
for such as needy be;
For in the season perilous
the Lord will set him free;
2 And he will keep him safe, and make
him happy in the land,
And not deliver him into
his enemy's strong hand.
3 And from his bed of languishing
the Lord will him restore;
For thou, O Lord, wilt turn to health
his sickness and his sore.
4 Then in my sickness thus said I,
Have mercy, Lord, on me;
And heal my soul, which grievèd is
that I offended thee.
5 My foes did wish me ill in heart,
and thus of me did say,
When shall he die, that so his name
may perish quite away?
6 And when they come to visit me,
then ask if I do well;
But in their hearts they mischief hatch,
and then abroad it tell.
7 All they that hate me do conspire
against me craftily,
And still devise how to procure
my hurt and misery.
8 Some grievous sin hath brought him to
this sickness, say they plain;
He is so low, that without doubt
he cannot rise again.
9 The man also that I did trust,
with me did use deceit;
Who at my table did eat bread,
the same for me laid wait.
10 Have mercy, Lord, on me therefore,
and let me be preserved,
That I may render unto them
the things they have deserved.
11 By this I know assuredly
I am beloved of thee;
Because my foes no power have
to triumph over me.
12 But in my right thou hast me kept,
and it maintainèd well;
And in thy presence place assigned
where I shall ever dwell.
13 The Lord, the God of Israel,
be praisèd evermore;
E'en so be it, Lord, will I say;
praise ye the Lord therefore.
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