Beatus qui intelligit
Blessed is the one who considers the poor and needy; *
the Lord shall deliver him in the time of trouble.
The Lord preserves him and keeps him alive, that he may be blessed upon earth, *
and delivers him not over to the will of his enemies.
The Lord comforts him when he lies sick upon his bed, *
and restores him from his bed of sickness.
I said, “Lord, be merciful to me; *
heal my soul, for I have sinned against you.”
My enemies speak evil of me: *
“When shall he die, and his name perish?”
And if anyone comes to see me, he speaks empty words; *
his heart conceives falsehood within him, and when he goes forth, he tells it.
All my enemies whisper together against me; *
even against me are they devising evil:
“A deadly thing has taken hold of him, *
and now that he lies down, he will rise up no more.”
Indeed, even my own familiar friend, whom I trusted, who also ate of my bread, *
has lifted up his heel against me.
But be merciful to me, O Lord; *
raise me up again, and I shall repay them.
By this I know you favor me, *
that my enemy does not triumph over me.
And when I am in health, you uphold me *
and shall set me before your face for ever.
Blessed be the Lord God of Israel; *
world without end. Amen.