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Rh :The preserve him, and keep him alive, let him be called happy in the land;
 * And deliver not Thou him unto the greed of his enemies.
 * The support him upon the bed of illness;
 * Mayest Thou turn all his lying down in his sickness.


 * As for me, I said: 'O, be gracious unto me;
 * Heal my soul; for I have sinned against Thee.'
 * Mine enemies speak evil of me:
 * 'When shall he die, and his name perish?'
 * And if one come to see me, he speaketh falsehood;
 * His heart gathereth iniquity to itself;
 * When he goeth abroad, he speaketh of it.
 * All that hate me whisper together against me,
 * Against me do they devise my hurt:
 * 'An evil thing cleaveth fast unto him;
 * And now that he lieth, he shall rise up no more.'
 * Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, who did eat of my bread,
 * Hath lifted up his heel against me.


 * But Thou, O, be gracious unto me, and raise me up,
 * That I may requite them.
 * By this I know that Thou delightest in me,
 * That mine enemy doth not triumph over me.
 * And as for me, Thou upholdest me because of mine integrity,
 * And settest me before Thy face for ever.
 * Blessed be the, the God of Israel,
 * From everlasting and to everlasting.
 * Amen, and Amen.

For the Leader; Maschil of the sons of Korah.


 * As the hart panteth after the water brooks,
 * So panteth my soul after Thee, O God.
 * My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God:
 * 'When shall I come and appear before God?'
 * My tears have been my food day and night,
 * While they say unto me all the day: 'Where is Thy God?'
 * These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me,
 * How I passed on with the throng, and led them to the house of God,
 * With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.
 * Why art thou cast down, O my soul?
 * And why moanest thou within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise Him
 * For the salvation of His countenance.


 * O my God, my soul is cast down within me;
 * Therefore do I remember Thee from the land of Jordan,
 * And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
 * Deep calleth unto deep at the voice of Thy cataracts;
 * All Thy waves and Thy billows are gone over me.