Psalms 41

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

41:1 Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in the 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 to 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 to me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
41:5 My enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?
41:6 And if he cometh 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 to him: and now that he lieth he shall rise no more.
41:9 Yes, my own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, who ate of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.
41:10 But thou, O LORD, be merciful to me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.
41:11 By this I know that thou favorest me, because my enemy doth not triumph over me.
41:12 And as for me, thou upholdest me in my 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.