Chapter 41

¹{To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.} Blessed is he that understandeth the poor: Jehovah will deliver him in the day of evil. ²Jehovah will preserve him, and keep him alive; he shall be made happy in the land; and thou wilt not deliver him to the will of his enemies. ³Jehovah will sustain him upon the bed of languishing: thou turnest all his bed in his sickness. ⁴As for me, I said, Jehovah, be gracious unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee. ⁵Mine enemies wish me evil: When will he die, and his name perish? ⁶And if one come to see [me], he speaketh falsehood; his heart gathereth wickedness to itself: he goeth abroad, he telleth [it]. ⁷All that hate me whisper together against me; against me do they devise my hurt. ⁸A thing of Belial cleaveth fast unto him; and now that he is laid down, he will rise up no more. ⁹Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I confided, who did eat of my bread, hath lifted up [his] heel against me. ¹⁰But thou, Jehovah, be gracious unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them. ¹¹By this I know that thou delightest in me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me. ¹²But as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever. ¹³Blessed be Jehovah, the God of Israel, from eternity to eternity! Amen, and Amen.