| Chapter 41 |
1 | To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in the time of trouble.
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2 | The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him to the will of his enemies.
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3 | The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.
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4 | I said, LORD, be merciful to me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
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5 | My enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?
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6 | And if he cometh to see me, he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
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7 | All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.
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8 | An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast to him: and now that he lieth he shall rise no more.
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9 | Yes, my own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, who ate of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.
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10 | But thou, O LORD, be merciful to me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.
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11 | By this I know that thou favorest me, because my enemy doth not triumph over me.
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12 | And as for me, thou upholdest me in my integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever.
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13 | Blessed be the LORD God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and amen.
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