Psalm 41

Psalm 41

To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

¹Blessed is he who considers the ¹poor;

The Lord will deliver him in time of trouble.

²The Lord will preserve him and keep him alive,

And he will be blessed on the earth;

^aYou will not deliver him to the will of his enemies.

³The Lord will strengthen him on his bed of illness;

You will ²sustain him on his sickbed.

⁴I said, “Lord, be merciful to me;

^bHeal my soul, for I have sinned against You.”

⁵My enemies speak evil of me:

“When will he die, and his name perish?”

⁶And if he comes to see me, he speaks ³lies;

His heart gathers iniquity to itself;

When he goes out, he tells it.

⁷All who hate me whisper together against me;

Against me they ⁴devise my hurt.

⁸“An ⁵evil disease,” they say, “clings to him.

And now that he lies down, he will rise up no more.”

^9cEven my own familiar friend in whom I trusted,

^dWho ate my bread,

Has ⁶lifted up his heel against me.

¹⁰But You, O Lord, be merciful to me, and raise me up,

That I may repay them.

¹¹By this I know that You are well pleased with me,

Because my enemy does not triumph over me.

¹²As for me, You uphold me in my integrity,

And ^eset me before Your face forever.

^13fBlessed be the Lord God of Israel

From everlasting to everlasting!

Amen and Amen.