41 Blessed
is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in time of
trouble. 2 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. 3 The
LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all
his bed in his sickness. 4 I
said, LORD, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have 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.
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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, which did eat of my bread,
hath lifted up his heel against me. 10 But
thou, O LORD, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them. 11 By
this I know that thou favourest 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 the LORD God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and
Amen.