Psalms 41

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

1Blessed is he that considereth the poor: Jehovah will deliver him in the day of evil.

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

2Jehovah will preserve him, and keep him alive, And he shall be blessed upon the earth; And deliver not thou him unto the will of his enemies.

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

3Jehovah will support him upon the couch of languishing: Thou makest all his bed in his sickness.

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

4I said, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me: Heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

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.

5Mine enemies speak evil against me, saying, When will he die, and his name perish?

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,

6And if he come to see me, he speaketh falsehood; His heart gathereth iniquity to itself: When he goeth abroad, he telleth it.

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 that hate me whisper together against me; Against me do they devise my hurt.

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

8An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him; And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.

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.

9Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, Who did eat of my bread, Hath lifted up his heel 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 thou, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me, and raise me up, That I may requite them.

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 know that thou delightest in me, Because mine enemy doth not triumph over 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, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, And settest me before thy face for ever.

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13Blessed be Jehovah, the God of Israel, From everlasting and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.