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For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.

41 Blessed is he who considers the poor.
    Yahweh will deliver him in the day of evil.
Yahweh will preserve him, and keep him alive.
    He shall be blessed on the earth,
    and he will not surrender him to the will of his enemies.
Yahweh will sustain him on his sickbed,
    and restore him from his bed of illness.
I said, “Yahweh, have mercy on me!
    Heal me, for I have sinned against you.”
My enemies speak evil against me:
    “When will he die, and his name perish?”
If he comes to see me, he speaks falsehood.
    His heart gathers iniquity to itself.
    When he goes abroad, he tells it.
All who hate me whisper together against me.
    They imagine the worst for me.
“An evil disease”, they say, “has afflicted him.
    Now that he lies he shall rise up no more.”
Yes, my own familiar friend, in whom I trusted,
    who ate bread with me,
    has lifted up his heel against me.

10 But you, Yahweh, have mercy on me, and raise me up,
    that I may repay them.
11 By this I know that you delight in me,
    because my enemy doesn’t triumph over me.
12 As for me, you uphold me in my integrity,
    and set me in your presence forever.

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

The psalmist in sickness complains of enemies and false friends.

For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

41 Blessed is he that considereth [a]the poor:
Jehovah will deliver him in the day of evil.
Jehovah will preserve him, and keep him alive,
And he shall be blessed [b]upon the earth;
And deliver not thou him unto the will of his enemies.
Jehovah will support him upon the couch of languishing:
Thou [c]makest all his bed in his sickness.
I said, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me:
Heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
Mine enemies speak evil against me, saying,
When will he die, and his name perish?
And if he come to see me, he speaketh falsehood;
His heart gathereth iniquity to itself:
When he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
All that hate me whisper together against me;
Against me do they devise my hurt.
[d]An evil disease, say they, [e]cleaveth fast unto him;
And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted,
Who did eat of my bread,
Hath lifted up his heel against me.
10 But thou, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me, and raise me up,
That I may requite them.
11 By this I know that thou delightest in me,
Because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.
12 And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity,
And settest me before thy face for ever.

13 Blessed be Jehovah, the God of Israel,
From everlasting and to everlasting.
Amen, and Amen.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 41:1 Or, the weak
  2. Psalm 41:2 Or, in the land
  3. Psalm 41:3 Hebrew turnest, or, changest.
  4. Psalm 41:8 Or, Some wicked thing
  5. Psalm 41:8 Or, is poured out upon him