Psalm 41

¹Blessed is he who considers the poor; The Lord

²The Lord And he will be blessed on the earth; You will not deliver him to the will of his enemies.

³The Lord You will sustain him on his sickbed.

⁴I said, “Lord Heal 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 lies; His heart gathers iniquity to itself; When he goes out, he tells it.

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

⁸“An evil disease,” they say, “clings to him. And now that he lies down, he will rise up no more.”

⁹Even my own familiar friend in whom I trusted, Who ate my bread, Has lifted up his heel against me.

¹⁰But You, O Lord 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 set me before Your face forever.

¹³Blessed be the Lord From everlasting to everlasting! Amen and Amen.