Psalm 41

To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

1Blessed 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 1God of Israel, from eternity to eternity! Amen, and Amen.