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Psalm 41
To the
chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1 Blessed
is he that considereth the poor: the Lord will
deliver him in time of trouble.
2 The Lord will preserve him, and keep him alive;
and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou
wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies.
3 The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of
languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his
sickness.
4 I said, Lord, be merciful unto me: heal my soul;
for I have sinned against thee.
5 Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die,
and his name perish?
6 And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity: 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,
which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel
against me.
10 But thou, O Lord, be merciful unto me, and raise
me up, that I may requite them.
11 By this I know that thou favourest 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 the Lord God of Israel from
everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.
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Psalm 41
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