Psalms 41

1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in the day of evil.

To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. How happy is he that is attentive to the poor, In the day of calamity, will Yahweh deliver him:

2 The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive, and he shall be blessed upon the earth; and deliver not thou him unto the will of his enemies.

Yahweh, will preserve him and keep him alive, And he shall be pronounced happy in the land, Do not then give him up at the desire of his enemies!

3 The LORD will support him upon the couch of languishing: thou makest all his bed in his sickness.

Yahweh, will sustain him upon the bed of sickness, All his couch, hast thou transformed in his disease.

4 I said, O LORD, have mercy upon me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

I, said—O Yahweh, show me favour, heal thou my soul, for I have sinned against thee:

5 Mine enemies speak evil against me, [saying], When shall he die, and his name perish?

Mine enemies, speak ill of me, When will 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.

And, if he have come to see me, Falsehood, doth he speak, His own heart, gathereth iniquity to itself, he goeth forth, abroad he telleth it.

7 All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.

Together—against me, do all who hate me whisper among themselves, Against me, devise they hurt for me.

8 An evil disease, [say they], cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.

An infliction of the Abandoned One hath been fixed upon him, and, now that he hath lien down, he will not again rise.

9 Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.

Even the man whom I used to salute, in whom I put confidence, who used to eat my bread, —hath magnified his heel against me!

10 But thou, O LORD, have mercy upon me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.

But, thou, O Yahweh, show me favour and raise me up, That I may repay them.

11 By this I know that thou delightest in me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.

Hereby, do I know that thou delightest in me, In that mine enemy shall not raise a shout over me.

12 And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever.

But, as for me, In my blamelessness, hast thou held me fast, And hast caused me to stand before thee unto times age-abiding.

13 Blessed be the LORD, the God of Israel, from everlasting and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.

Blessed be Yahweh, the God of Israel, From the age that is past, even unto the age yet to come: Amen and Amen!