Psalms 41

¹ To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. Blessed is he who considers the poor! The LORD delivers him in the day of trouble;

² the LORD protects him and keeps him alive; he is called blessed in the land; thou dost not give him up to the will of his enemies.

³ The LORD sustains him on his sickbed; in his illness thou healest all his infirmities.

⁴ As for me, I said, "O LORD, be gracious to me; heal me, for I have sinned against thee!"

⁵ My enemies say of me in malice: "When will he die, and his name perish?"

⁶ And when one comes to see me, he utters empty words, while his heart gathers mischief; when he goes out, he tells it abroad.

⁷ All who hate me whisper together about me; they imagine the worst for me.

⁸ They say, "A deadly thing has fastened upon him; he will not rise again from where he lies."

⁹ Even my bosom friend in whom I trusted, who ate of my bread, has lifted his heel against me.

¹⁰ But do thou, O LORD, be gracious to me, and raise me up, that I may requite them!

¹¹ By this I know that thou art pleased with me, in that my enemy has not triumphed over me.

¹² But thou hast upheld me because of my integrity, and set me in thy presence for ever.

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