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For the choir director. A Davidic psalm.

Happy is one who cares for the poor; the Lord will save him in a day of adversity.^(a)

The Lord will keep him and preserve him; he will be blessed in the land.^(b) You will not give him over to the desire of his enemies.^(c)

The Lord will sustain him on his sickbed; You will heal him on the bed where he lies.^(d)

I said, " Lord , be gracious to me; heal me, for I have sinned against You."^(e)

My enemies speak maliciously about me: "When will he die and be forgotten?"^(f)

When one of them comes to visit, he speaks deceitfully; he stores up evil in his heart; he goes out and talks.^(g)

All who hate me whisper together about me; they plan to harm me.^(h)

"Lethal poison has been poured into him, and he won't rise again from where he lies!"⁽ⁱ⁾

Even my friend^[a] in whom I trusted, one who ate my bread, has raised his heel against me.^(j)

But You, Lord , be gracious to me and raise me up; then I will repay them.^(k)

By this I know that You delight in me:^(l) my enemy does not shout in triumph over me.^(m)

You supported me because of my integrity⁽ⁿ⁾ and set me in Your presence forever.^(o)

May Yahweh, the God of Israel, be praised from everlasting to everlasting. Amen and amen.^(p)

For the choir director. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. As a deer longs for streams of water, so I long for You, God.^(a)

I thirst for God, the living God. When can I come and appear before God?^(b)

My tears have been my food day and night, while all day long people say to me, "Where is your God?"^(c)

I remember this as I pour out my heart:^(d) how I walked with many, leading the festive procession to the house of God, with joyful and thankful shouts.^(e)

Why am I so depressed? Why this turmoil within me? Put your hope in God, for I will still praise Him, my Savior and my God.^(f)

I^[a] am deeply depressed; therefore I remember You from the land of Jordan and the peaks of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.^(g)

Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls; all Your breakers and Your billows have swept over me.^(h)

The Lord will send His faithful love by day;⁽ⁱ⁾ His song will be with me in the night— a prayer to the God of my life.

I will say to God, my rock,^(j) "Why have You forgotten me? Why must I go about in sorrow because of the enemy's oppression?"^(k)

My adversaries taunt me, as if crushing my bones, while all day long they say to me, "Where is your God?"^(l)

Why am I so depressed? Why this turmoil within me? Put your hope in God, for I will still praise Him, my Savior and my God.^(m)