Psalm 41
A messianic psalm of David—Blessed is he who considers the poor—The treachery of Judas is foretold.
1 Blessed is he that considereth the
2 The Lord will
3 The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt
4 I said, Lord, be merciful unto me:
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
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.
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