1(For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of Dawad). Blessed is he that considereth the poor: تتراجراماتون will deliver him in the day of evil.

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

3تتراجراماتون will support him upon the couch of languishing: Thou makest all his bed in his sickness.

4I said, O تتراجراماتون, have mercy upon me: Heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

5Mine enemies speak evil against me, saying, When will he die, and his name perish?

6And if he come to see me, he speaketh falsehood; His heart gathereth iniquity to itself: When he goeth abroad, he telleth it.

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

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

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

10But thou, O تتراجراماتون, have mercy upon me, and raise me up, That I may requite them.

11By this I know that thou delightest in me, Because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.

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

13Blessed be تتراجراماتون, the Elokim of Israel, From everlasting and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.