Psalms 41

¹To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Blessed is he that understandeth the poor: Jehovah will deliver him in the day of evil.

²Jehovah will preserve him, and keep him alive; he shall be made happy in the land; and thou wilt not deliver him to the will of his enemies.

³Jehovah will sustain him upon the bed of languishing: thou turnest all his bed in his sickness.

⁴As for me, I said, Jehovah, be gracious unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

⁵Mine enemies wish me evil: When will he die, and his name perish?

⁶And if one come to see me, he speaketh falsehood; his heart gathereth wickedness to itself: he goeth abroad, he telleth it.

⁷All that hate me whisper together against me; against me do they devise my hurt.

⁸A thing of Belial cleaveth fast unto him; and now that he is laid down, he will rise up no more.

⁹Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I confided, who did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.

¹⁰But thou, Jehovah, be gracious unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.

¹¹By this I know that thou delightest in me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.

¹²But as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever.

¹³Blessed be Jehovah, the God of Israel, from eternity to eternity! Amen, and Amen.

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