Psalm 41.

   1  Blessed is he that wisely doth
         the poor man's case consider;
      For when the time of trouble is,
         the Lord will him deliver.

   2  God will him keep, yea, save alive;
         on earth he blessed shall live;
      And to his enemies' desire
         thou wilt him not up give.

   3  God will give strength when he on bed
         of languishing doth mourn;
      And in his sickness sore, O Lord,
         thou all his bed wilt turn.

   4  I said, O Lord, do thou extend
         thy mercy unto me;
      O do thou heal my soul; for why?
         I have offended thee.

   5  Those that to me are enemies,
         of me do evil say,
      When shall he die, that so his name
         may perish quite away?

   6  To see me if he comes, he speaks
         vain words: but then his heart
      Heaps mischief to it, which he tells,
         when forth he doth depart.

   7  My haters jointly whispering,
         'gainst me my hurt devise.
   8  Mischief, say they, cleaves fast to him;
         he li'th, and shall not rise.

   9  Yea, ev'n mine own familiar friend,
         on whom I did rely,
      Who ate my bread, ev'n he his heel
         against me lifted high.

  10  But, Lord, be merciful to me,
         and up again me raise,
      That I may justly them requite
         according to their ways.

  11  By this I know that certainly
         I favored am by thee;
      Because my hateful enemy
         triumphs not over me.

  12  But as for me, thou me uphold'st
         in mine integrity;
      And me before thy countenance
         thou sett'st continually.

  13  The Lord, the God of Israel,
         be blessed for ever then,
      From age to age eternally.
         Amen, yea, and amen.



 

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