Psalms 41

1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in the time of trouble.

Unto the end. A Psalm of David himself. Blessed is he who shows understanding toward the needy and the poor. The Lord will deliver him in the evil day.

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.

May the Lord preserve him and give him life, and make him blessed upon the earth. And may he not hand him over to the will of his adversaries.

3 The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.

May the Lord bring him help on his bed of sorrow. In his infirmity, you have changed his entire covering.

4 I said, LORD, be merciful to me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

I said, “O Lord, be merciful to me. Heal my soul, because I have sinned against you.”

5 My enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?

My enemies have spoken evils against me. When will he die and his name perish?

6 And if he cometh to see me, he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.

And when he came in to see me, he was speaking emptiness. His heart gathered iniquity to itself. He went outside, and he was speaking in the same way.

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

All my enemies were whispering against me. They were thinking up evils against me.

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

They established an unjust word against me. Will he that sleeps no longer rise again?

9 Yea, my own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, who ate of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.

For even the man of my peace, in whom I hoped, who ate my bread, has greatly supplanted me.

10 But thou, O LORD, be merciful to me, and raise me up, that I may repay them.

But you, O Lord, have mercy on me, and raise me up again. And I will requite them.

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

By this, I knew that you preferred me: because my adversary will not rejoice over me.

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

But you have sustained me, because of my innocence, and you have confirmed me in your sight in eternity.

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

Blessed is the Lord God of Israel, for all generations and even forever. Amen. Amen.