Psalm 41:1-13
To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David.
41 How happy is he that is attentive to the poor, In the day of calamity will Yahweh deliver him:
2 Yahweh will preserve him and keep him alive And he shall be pronounced happy in the land, Do not then give him up at the desire of his enemies!
3 Yahweh will sustain him upon the bed of sickness, All his couch hast thou transformed in his disease.
4 I said—O Yahweh, shew me favour, Heal thou my soul For I have sinned against thee:
5 Mine enemies speak ill of me, When will he die, and his name perish?
6 And if he have come to see me Falsehood doth he speak, His own heart gathereth iniquity to itself, He goeth forth, abroad he telleth it.
7 Together—against me do all who hate me whisper among themselves, Against me devise they hurt for me.
8 An infliction of the Abandoned One hath been fixed upon him, And now that he hath lien down he will not again rise.
9 Even the man whom I used to salute, In whom I put confidence, Who used to eat my bread,—Hath magnified his heel against me!
10 But thou O Yahweh shew me favour and raise me up, That I may repay them.
11 Hereby do I know that thou delightest in me, In that mine enemy shall not raise a shout over me.
12 But as for me In my blamelessness hast thou held me fast, And hast caused me to stand before thee unto times age-abiding.
13 Blessed be Yahweh, the God of Israel, From the age that is past even unto the age yet to come: Amen and Amen!