Psalm 41

1 Blessed is he that considereth the poor: Jehovah will deliver him in the day of evil.

2 Jehovah will preserve him, and keep him alive, And he shall be blessed upon the earth; And deliver not thou him unto the will of his enemies.

3 Jehovah will support him upon the couch of languishing: Thou makest all his bed in his sickness.

4 I said, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me: Heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

5 Mine enemies speak evil against me, saying, When will he die, and his name perish?

6 And if he come to see me, he speaketh falsehood; His heart gathereth iniquity to itself: When he goeth abroad, he telleth it.

7 All that hate me whisper together against me; Against me do they devise my hurt.

8 An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him; And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.

9 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. Book II

Psalm 41

For the music director; a psalm of David.

1 How blessed is the one who treats the poor properly!
When trouble comes, the Lord delivers him.

2 May the Lord protect him and save his life!
May he be blessed in the land!
Do not turn him over to his enemies!

3 The Lord supports him on his sickbed;
you completely heal him from his illness.

4 As for me, I said:
“O Lord, have mercy on me!
Heal me, for I have sinned against you!

5 My enemies ask this cruel question about me,
‘When will he finally die and be forgotten?’

6 When someone comes to visit, he pretends to be friendly;
he thinks of ways to defame me,
and when he leaves he slanders me.

7 All who hate me whisper insults about me to one another;
they plan ways to harm me.

8 They say,
‘An awful disease overwhelms him,
and now that he is bed-ridden he will never recover.’

9 Even my close friend whom I trusted,
he who shared meals with me, has turned against me.

10 As for you, O Lord, have mercy on me and raise me up,
so I can pay them back!”

11 By this I know that you are pleased with me,
for my enemy does not triumph over me.

12 As for me, you uphold me because of my integrity;
you allow me permanent access to your presence.

13 The Lord God of Israel deserves praise
in the future and forevermore!
We agree! We agree!