Salmos 41

1 «To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.» Blessed [is] he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in time of trouble.

2 The Lord will keepe him, and preserue him aliue: he shalbe blessed vpon the earth, and thou wilt not deliuer him vnto 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 Therefore I saide, Lorde haue mercie vpon me: heale my soule, for I haue 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 they that hate me, whisper together against me: euen against me do they imagine mine 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 Therefore, O Lord, haue mercy vpon mee, and raise me vp: so I shall reward them.

11 By this I know that thou fauourest me, because mine enemie doth not triumph against 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.