²⁵ Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.

¹⁵ to rejoice with the rejoicing, and to weep with the weeping,

¹³ And I -- in their sickness my clothing `is' sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth.

¹⁴ As `if' a friend, as `if' my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.

¹⁷ And if ye do not hear it, In secret places doth my soul weep, because of pride, Yea, it weepeth sore, And the tear cometh down mine eyes, For the flock of Jehovah hath been taken captive.

⁹ (according as it hath been written, `He dispersed abroad, he gave to the poor, his righteousness doth remain to the age,')

³⁵ Jesus wept.

⁴¹ And when he came nigh, having seen the city, he wept over it,

²⁷ `Therefore, O king, let my counsel be acceptable unto thee, and thy sins by righteousness break off, and thy perversity by pitying the poor, lo, it is a lengthening of thine ease.

²⁰ Is evil recompensed instead of good, That they have dug a pit for my soul? Remember my standing before Thee to speak good of them, To turn back Thy wrath from them.

⁷ Is it not to deal to the hungry thy bread, And the mourning poor bring home, That thou seest the naked and cover him, And from thine own flesh hide not thyself?

⁸ Then broken up as the dawn is thy light, And thy health in haste springeth up, Gone before thee hath thy righteousness, The honour of Jehovah doth gather thee.

⁸ Whoso is multiplying his wealth by biting and usury, For one favouring the poor doth gather it.

¹⁷ Whoso is lending `to' Jehovah is favouring the poor, And his deed He repayeth to him.

⁵ Whoso is mocking at the poor Hath reproached his Maker, Whoso is rejoicing at calamity is not acquitted.

³¹ An oppressor of the poor reproacheth his Maker, And whoso is honouring Him Is favouring the needy.

²¹ Whoso is despising his neighbour sinneth, Whoso is favouring the humble, O his happiness.

¹ To the Overseer, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons of men:

¹⁶ If I withhold from pleasure the poor, And the eyes of the widow do consume,

¹⁷ And I do eat my morsel by myself, And the orphan hath not eat of it,

¹⁸ (But from my youth He grew up with me as `with' a father, And from the belly of my mother I am led.)

¹⁹ If I see `any' perishing without clothing, And there is no covering to the needy,

²⁰ If his loins have not blessed me, And from the fleece of my sheep He doth not warm himself,

²¹ If I have waved at the fatherless my hand, When I see in `him' the gate of my court,

⁴ They turn aside the needy from the way, Together have hid the poor of the earth.