Psalm 41
Vers 1
How blest is he who cares about the poor:
him will the LORD defend.
In times of trouble God keeps him secure;
blest is he in the land.
His enemies demand his life in vain,
though he be near death’s door.
God will sustain him on his bed of pain
and him to health restore.
Vers 2
I said, “O LORD, be merciful to me;
heal me, for I have sinned.”
See how my enemies maliciously
wait for my life to end.
Whoever visits me is not sincere,
for in his spite-filled heart
he spins false tales, for everyone to hear
as soon as he departs.
Vers 3
My enemies, with hatred fierce and grim,
all whisper in disdain,
“Some deadly sickness has its grip on him;
he will not rise again.”
One of my dearest friends, who had my trust,
with whom I shared my bread,
lifts up his heel against me, like the rest,
and wishes I were dead.
Vers 4
But you, O LORD, be merciful to me!
Help me see justice done.
By this I know that you are pleased with me:
my haters have not won.
I will forever in your presence dwell,
by you upheld again.
Blest be the LORD, the God of Israel,
from age to age! Amen.?
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