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