For the end, a Psalm of David. 41:1
Blessed [is the man] who thinks on the poor and needy: the Lord shall
deliver him in an evil day.
41:2 May the Lord preserve him and keep him alive, and bless him on the
earth, and not deliver him into the hands of his enemy.
41:3 May the Lord help him upon the bed of his pain; thou hast made all his
bed in his sickness.
41:4 I said, O Lord, have mercy upon me; heal my soul; for I have sinned
against thee.
41:5 Mine enemies have spoken evil against me, [saying], When shall he die,
and his name perish?
41:6 And if he came to see [me], his heart spoke vainly; he gathered
iniquity to himself; he went forth and spoke in like manner.
41:7 All my enemies whispered against me; against me they devised my hurt.
41:8 They denounced a wicked word against me, [saying], Now that he lies,
shall he not rise up again?
41:9 For even the man of my peace, in whom I trusted, who ate my bread,
lifted up [his] heel against me.
41:10 But thou, O Lord, have compassion upon me, and raise me up, and I
shall requite them.
41:11 By this I know that thou hast delighted in me, because mine enemy
shall not rejoice over me.
41:12 But thou didst help me because of [mine] innocence, and hast
established me before thee for ever.
41:13 Blessed [be] the Lord God of Israel from everlasting, and to
everlasting. So be it, so be it. |
To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
41:1 Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in
time of trouble.
41:2 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.
41:3 The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt
make all his bed in his sickness.
41:4 I said, LORD, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned
against thee.
41:5 Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?
41:6 And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth
iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
41:7 All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise
my hurt.
41:8 An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he
lieth he shall rise up no more.
41:9 Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my
bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.
41:10 But thou, O LORD, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I may
requite them.
41:11 By this I know that thou favourest me, because mine enemy doth not
triumph over me.
41:12 And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me
before thy face for ever.
41:13 Blessed be the LORD God of Israel from everlasting, and to
everlasting. Amen, and Amen. |