Happy the man wise in his words; * in time of danger may Yahweh deliver him.

    Yahweh, protect him, give him long life, * bless him upon the earth; * Don't put him into the throat of his Foe!

       Yahweh, support him on his bed of illness;* Make his confinement bearable; * do away with his sickness.

            I said, “Yahweh, have pity; * heal me, though I have sinned against you.”

               My enemies speak evilly of me, * “When will he die and his name be forgotten?”

                   If one comes to visit, * his heart concocts lies;

                       he stores up malice for himself, * goes outside and gossips.

                       All my enemies, Most High * whisper about me together * and plot evil against me:

                   “Pour into him something poisonous, * that he who lies ill may rise no more.”

               Even my colleague * in whom I trusted,

               who ate my bread, * spun slanderous tales about me.

            But you, Yahweh, have pity * and raise me up, * that I may repay them.

        Then I will know that you love me, * if my Foe does not triumph over me.

    Because of my perfection, grasp me * and set me before you forever.

Praised be Yahweh, the God of Israel, * from eternity to eternity.

Amen, Amen!