1 How happy is he that is attentive to the poor, In the day of calamity, will Yahweh deliver him: 2 Yahweh, will preserve him and keep him alive, And he shall be pronounced happy in the land, Do not then give him up at the desire of his enemies! 3 Yahweh, will sustain him upon the bed of sickness, All his couch, hast thou transformed in his disease.
4 I, said - O Yahweh, show me favour, heal thou my soul, for I have sinned against thee: 5 Mine enemies, speak ill of me, When will he die, and his name perish? 6 And, if he have come to see me, Falsehood, doth he speak, His own heart, gathereth iniquity to itself, he goeth forth, abroad he telleth it. 7 Together - against me, do all who hate me whisper among themselves, Against me, devise they hurt for me. 8 An infliction of the Abandoned One hath been fixed upon him, and, now that he hath lien down, he will not again rise. 9 Even the man whom I used to salute, in whom I put confidence, who used to eat my bread, - hath magnified his heel against me!
10 But, thou, O Yahweh, show me favour and raise me up, That I may repay them. 11 Hereby, do I know that thou delightest in me, In that mine enemy shall not raise a shout over me. 12 But, as for me, In my blamelessness, hast thou held me fast, And hast caused me to stand before thee unto times age-abiding.