Psalms 41

For the leader of the music. A psalm of David.

Happy is he who hath regard to the poor! The LORD will deliver him in time of trouble. The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive; He shall be happy on the earth; Thou wilt not give him up to the will of his enemies! The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of disease; All his bed thou wilt change in his sickness. I said, O LORD! be merciful to me! Heal me, for I have sinned against thee! My enemies speak evil of me: "When will he die, and his name perish?" If one come to see me, he speaketh falsehood; His heart gathereth malice; When he goeth abroad, he uttereth it. All that hate me whisper together against me; Against me do they devise mischief: "A deadly disease cleaveth fast unto him; He lieth down, and he shall never arise!" Yea, my familiar friend in whom I trusted, who did eat of my bread,—He hath lifted up his heel against me. 10 But do thou, O LORD! have pity upon me; Raise me up, that I may requite them! 11 By this I know that thou favorest me, Because my enemy doth not triumph over me. 12 As for me, thou wilt uphold me in my integrity; Thou wilt set me before thy face for ever! 13 Praised be Jehovah, the God of Israel, From everlasting to everlasting. Amen! Amen!
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