Psalms 41
41
PSALM 41
Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
To the chief Musician,
A Psalm of David.
1Blessed is he that wisely doth
the poor man's case consider;
For when the time of trouble is,
the Lord will him deliver.
2God will him keep, yea, save alive;
on earth he bless'd shall live;
And to his enemies' desire
thou wilt him not up give.
3God will give strength when he on bed
of languishing doth mourn;
And in his sickness sore, O Lord,
thou all his bed wilt turn.
4I said, O Lord, do thou extend
thy mercy unto me;
O do thou heal my soul; for why?
I have offended thee.
5Those that to me are enemies,
of me do evil say,
When shall he die, that so his name
may perish quite away?
6To see me if he comes, he speaks
vain words: but then his heart
Heaps mischief to it, which he tells,
when forth he doth depart.
7My haters jointly whispering,
'gainst me my hurt devise.
8Mischief, say they, cleaves fast to him;
he li'th, and shall not rise.
9Yea, ev'n mine own familiar friend,
on whom I did rely,
Who ate my bread, ev'n he his heel
against me lifted high.
10But, Lord, be merciful to me,
and up again me raise,
That I may justly them requite
according to their ways.
11By this I know that certainly
I favour'd am by thee;
Because my hateful enemy
triumphs not over me.
12But as for me, thou me uphold'st
in mine integrity;
And me before thy countenance
thou sett'st continually.
13The Lord, the God of Israel,
be bless'd for ever then,
From age to age eternally.
Amen, yea, and amen.
Book 2
Psalms 42—72
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Psalms 41
41
PSALM 41.
1Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core.
2As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God.
3My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?
4My tears have been any bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily: Where is thy God?
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.
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,
7and my God. My soul is troubled within myself: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little hill.
8Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.
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.
10I will say to God: Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me?
11Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies who trouble me have reproached me; Whilst they say to me day be day: Where is thy God?
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.
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