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Psalms 41
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1(42) For the end, [a Psalm] for instruction, for the sons of Core. As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for you, O God.
1Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the Lord will deliver him in time of trouble.
2My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
2The 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.
3My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is your God?
3The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.
4I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of your wondrous tabernacle, [even] to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.
4I said, Lord, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
5Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the salvation of my countenance.
5Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?
6O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.
6And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
7Deep calls to deep at the voice of your cataracts: all your billows and your waves have gone over me .
7All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.
8By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest [it] by night: with me [is] prayer to the God of my life.
8An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
9I will say to God, You are my helper; why have you forgotten me? therefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses [me]?
9Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.
10While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is your God?
10But thou, O Lord, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.
11Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the health of my countenance, and my God.
11By this I know that thou favourest me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.