411 Dignify those who are down on their luck; you'll feel good - that's what God does. 2 God looks after us all, makes us robust with life - Lucky to be in the land, we're free from enemy worries. 3 Whenever we're sick and in bed, God becomes our nurse, nurses us back to health. 4 I said, "God, be gracious! Put me together again - my sins have torn me to pieces."
5 My enemies are wishing the worst for me; they make bets on what day I will die. 6 If someone comes to see me, he mouths empty platitudes, All the while gathering gossip about me to entertain the street-corner crowd. 7 These "friends" who hate me whisper slanders all over town. They form committees to plan misery for me. 8 The rumor goes out, "He's got some dirty, deadly disease. The doctors have given up on him." 9 Even my best friend, the one I always told everything - he ate meals at my house all the time! - has bitten my hand. 10 God, give grace, get me up on my feet. I'll show them a thing or two. 11 Meanwhile, I'm sure you're on my side - no victory shouts yet from the enemy camp! 12 You know me inside and out, you hold me together, you never fail to stand me tall in your presence so I can look you in the eye. 13 Blessed is God, Israel's God, always, always, always. Yes. Yes. Yes.
