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 You are the ; do not withhold your compassion from me; * let your love and your faithfulness keep me safe for ever,

For innumerable troubles have crowded upon me; my sins have overtaken me, and I cannot see; * they are more in number than the hairs of my head, and my heart fails me.

Be pleased, O, to deliver me; * O, make haste to help me.

Let them be ashamed and altogether dismayed who seek after my life to destroy it; * let them draw back and be disgraced who take pleasure in my misfortune.

Let those who say “Aha!” and gloat over me be confounded, * because they are ashamed.

Let all who seek you rejoice in you and be glad; * let those who love your salvation continually say, “Great is the !”

Though I am poor and afflicted, * the Lord will have regard for me.

You are my helper and my deliverer; * do not tarry, O my God.

Happy are they who consider the poor and needy! * the will deliver them in the time of trouble.