Psalms 41

1Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core.

1 Happy is the man who gives thought to the poor; the Lord will be his saviour in the time of trouble.

2As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God.

2The Lord will keep him safe, and give him life; the Lord will let him be a blessing on the earth, and will not give him into the hand of his haters.

3My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?

3The Lord will be his support on his bed of pain: by you will all his grief be turned to strength.

4My tears have been my bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily: Where is thy God?

4I said, Lord, have mercy on me; make my soul well, because my faith is in you.

5These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me: for I shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of God: With the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one feasting.

5My haters say evil against me, When will he be dead, and his name come to an end?

6Why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou trouble me? Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance,

6If one comes to see me, deceit is in his heart; he keeps a store of evil, which he makes public in every place.

7And my God. My soul is troubled within my self: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little hill.

7All my haters are talking secretly together against me; they are designing my downfall.

8Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.

8They say, He has an evil disease, which will not let him go: and now that he is down he will not get up again.

9In the daytime the Lord hath commanded his mercy; and a canticle to him in the night. With me is prayer to the God of my life.

9Even my dearest friend, in whom I had faith, who took bread with me, is turned against me.

10I will say to God: Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me?

10But you, O Lord, have mercy on me, lifting me up, so that I may give them their punishment.

11Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies who trouble me have reproached me; Whilst they say to me day by day: Where is thy God?

11By this I see that you have pleasure in me, because my hater does not overcome me.

12Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me? Hope thou in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God.

12And as for me, you are my support in my righteousness, giving me a place before your face for ever.

13(not in this translation)

13May the Lord God of Israel be praised, through eternal days and for ever. So be it. So be it.