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