Psalms 41

To the chief musician, a psalm of David.

Happy is he that careth for the poor: on the day of evil will the Lord deliver him. The Lord will preserve him, and keep him alive; he shall be made happy on the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the revengeful desire of his enemies. The Lord will sustain him upon the bed of painful disease: thou changest all his couch in his sickness. I said, Lord, be gracious unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee. My enemies speak evil of me, When will he die, and his name perish? And if he come to see me, he speaketh falsely: his heart gathereth wickedness to itself; he goeth abroad and speaketh it. Altogether whisper against me all that hate me: against me do they devise my injury. "His godless deed say they is poured out over him: as he lieth there he will never more rise up again." 10 Yea, even the man that should have sought my welfare, in whom I trusted, who eateth my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me. 11 But thou, O Lord, be gracious unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite it unto them. 12 By this do I know that thou art pleased with me, that my enemy doth not triumph over me. 13 But as for me, thou upholdest me in my integrity, and placest me before thy presence for ever. Blessed be the Lord the God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen. BEGIM
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