Psalm 41
1 Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver
him in time of trouble.
2 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.
3 The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou
wilt make all his bed in his sickness.
4 I said, LORD, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have
sinned against thee.
5 Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name
perish?
6 And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth
iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
7 All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they
devise my hurt.
8 An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that
he lieth he shall rise up no more.
9 Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat
of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.
10 But thou, O LORD, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I
may requite them.
11 By this I know that thou favourest me, because mine enemy doth
not triumph over me.
12 And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest
me before thy face for ever.
13 Blessed be the LORD God of Israel from everlasting, and to
everlasting. Amen, and Amen.
