Psalms 41

KING JAMES BIBLE	VULGATA
1 Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in time of trouble.	1 In finem. Intellectus filiis Core.
2 The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies.	2 Quemadmodum desiderat cervus ad fontes aquarum, ita desiderat anima mea ad te, Deus.
3 The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.	3 Sitivit anima mea ad Deum fortem, vivum ; quando veniam, et apparebo ante faciem Dei ?
4 I said, LORD, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.	4 Fuerunt mihi lacrimæ meæ panes die ac nocte, dum dicitur mihi quotidie : Ubi est Deus tuus ?
5 Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?	5 Hæc recordatus sum, et effudi in me animam meam, quoniam transibo in locum tabernaculi admirabilis, usque ad domum Dei, in voce exsultationis et confessionis, sonus epulantis.
6 And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.	6 Quare tristis es, anima mea ? et quare conturbas me ? Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi, salutare vultus mei,
7 All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.	7 et Deus meus. Ad meipsum anima mea conturbata est : propterea memor ero tui de terra Jordanis et Hermoniim a monte modico.
8 An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.	8 Abyssus abyssum invocat, in voce cataractarum tuarum ; omnia excelsa tua, et fluctus tui super me transierunt.
9 Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.	9 In die mandavit Dominus misericordiam suam, et nocte canticum ejus ; apud me oratio Deo vitæ meæ.
10 But thou, O LORD, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.	10 Dicam Deo : Susceptor meus es ; quare oblitus es mei ? et quare contristatus incedo, dum affligit me inimicus ?
11 By this I know that thou favourest me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.	11 Dum confringuntur ossa mea, exprobraverunt mihi qui tribulant me inimici mei, dum dicunt mihi per singulos dies : Ubi est Deus tuus ?
12 And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever.	12 Quare tristis es, anima mea ? et quare conturbas me ? Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi, salutare vultus mei, et Deus meus.
13 Blessed be the LORD God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.