Psalms 41

1[To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.] Blessed he that considereth the poor: the Yahuah will deliver him in time of trouble. 2The Yahuah will preserve him, and keep him alive; he shall be blessed upon the earth: and you will not deliver him unto the will of his enemies. 3The Yahuah will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: you will make all his bed in his sickness. 4I said, Yahuah, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against you. 5Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish? 6And if he come to see , he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; he goeth abroad, he telleth . 7All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt. 8An evil disease, , cleaveth fast unto him: and that he lieth he shall rise up no more. 9yes, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, has lifted up heel against me. 10But you, O Yahuah, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them. 11By this I know that you favourest me, because mine enemy does not triumph over me. 12And as for me, you upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before your face for ever. 13Blessed the Yahuah Elohim of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.