Psalms 41

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of Dawid.

1 Blessed is he who considereth the poor; יהוה will deliver him in time of trouble.

2 יהוה will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth; and You wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies.

3 יהוה will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing; You wilt make all his bed in his sickness.

4 I said, “יהוה, be merciful unto me; heal my soul, for I have sinned against You.”

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 You, O יהוה, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.

11 By this I know that You favourest me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.

12 And as for me, You upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before Your face forever.

13 Blessed be יהוה God of Israel (Elohei Yisrael) from everlasting, and to everlasting! Amen, and Amen.