Psalms 41 (KJV)

¹To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in time of trouble. ^{the poor: or, the weak, or, sick} ^{in time: Heb. in the day of evil}

²The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies. ^{thou: or, do not thou deliver}

³The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness. ^{make: Heb. turn}

⁴I said, LORD, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

⁵Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?

⁶And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.

⁷All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt. ^{my: Heb. evil to me}

⁸An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more. ^{An: Heb. A thing of Belial}

⁹Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me. ^{mine: Heb. the man of my peace} ^{lifted: Heb. magnified}

¹⁰But thou, O LORD, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.

¹¹By this I know that thou favourest me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.

¹²And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever.

¹³Blessed be the LORD God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.