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Psalms 41
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1For the end, [a Psalm] for instruction, for the sons of Core.
1Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the Lord will deliver him in time of trouble.
2As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for thee, O 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 soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
3The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.
4My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is thy God?
4I said, Lord, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
5I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, [even] to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.
5Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?
6Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the salvation of my countenance.
6And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
7O my God, my soul has been troubled within me : therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.
7All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.
8Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: all thy billows and thy waves have gone over me.
8An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
9By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest [it] by night: with me [is] prayer to the God of my life.
9Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.
10I will say to God, Thou art my helper; why hast thou forgotten me? wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses [me]?
10But thou, O Lord, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.
11While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is thy God?
11By this I know that thou favourest me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.
12Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the health of my countenance, and my God.
12And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever.