Salmos 41

1 Al Músico principal: Salmo de David. BIENAVENTURADO el que piensa en el pobre: En el día malo lo librará Jehová. 2 Jehová lo guardé, y le dé vida: sea bienaventurado en la tierra, Y no lo entregues á la voluntad de sus enemigos. 3 Jehová lo sustentará sobre el lecho del dolor: Mullirás toda su cama en su enfermedad. 4 Yo dije: Jehová, ten misericordia de mí; Sana mi alma, porque contra ti he pecado. 5 Mis enemigos dicen mal de mí preguntando: ¿Cuándo morirá, y perecerá su nombre?

6 Y si venía á ver me, hablaba mentira: Su corazón se amontonaba iniquidad; Y salido fuera, hablába la.

7 Reunidos murmuraban contra mí todos los que me aborrecían: Contra mí pensaban mal, diciendo de mí:

8 Cosa pestilencial de él se ha apoderado; Y el que cayó en cama, no volverá á levantarse.

9 Aun el hombre de mi paz, en quien yo confiaba, el que de mi pan comía, Alzó contra mí el calcañar.

10 Mas tú, Jehová, ten misericordia de mí, y hazme levantar, Y daréles el pago.

11 En esto habré conocido que te he agradado, Que mi enemigo no se holgará de mí.

12 En cuanto á mí, en mi integridad me has sustentado, Y me has hecho estar delante de ti para siempre.

13 Bendito sea Jehová, el Dios de Israel, Por siglos de siglos. Amén y Amén.

For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

1 Blessed is he that considereth the poor:

Jehovah will deliver him in the day of evil.

2 Jehovah will preserve him, and keep him alive,

And he shall be blessed upon the earth;

And deliver not thou him unto the will of his enemies.

3 Jehovah will support him upon the couch of languishing:

Thou makest all his bed in his sickness.

4 I said, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me:

Heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

5 Mine enemies speak evil against me, saying,

When will he die, and his name perish?

6 And if he come to see me, he speaketh falsehood;

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,

Who did eat of my bread,

Hath lifted up his heel against me.

10 But thou, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me, and raise me up,

That I may requite them.

11 By this I know that thou delightest in 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 Jehovah, the God of Israel,

From everlasting and to everlasting.

Amen, and Amen.