Psalm 41 - To the chief
Musician, A Psalm of David.
Blessed is he that considereth
the poor: the Lord will
deliver him in time of trouble.
The Lord will preserve him, and keep
him alive; and he shall be blessed upon
the earth: and thou wilt not deliver
him unto the will of his enemies.
The Lord will strengthen him upon
the bed of languishing: thou wilt
make all his bed in his sickness.
I said, Lord, be merciful 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 he come to see me, he
speaketh vanity: his heart
gathereth iniquity to itself; when
he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
All that hate me whisper together against
me: against me do they devise my hurt.
An evil disease, say they, cleaveth
fast unto him: and now that he
lieth he shall rise up no more.
Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom
I trusted, which did eat of my bread,
hath lifted up his heel against me.
But thou, O Lord, be merciful unto me,
and raise me up, that I may requite them.
By this I know that thou
favourest me, because mine
enemy doth not triumph over me.
And as for me, thou upholdest me
in mine integrity, and settest
me before thy face for ever.
Blessed be the Lord God of Israel
from everlasting, and to everlasting.
Amen, and Amen.