Psalm 41

New Coverdale Version

Blessed is the one who considers the poor and needy; * the Lord shall deliver him in the time of trouble.

The Lord preserves him and keeps him alive, that he may be blessed upon earth, * and delivers him not over to the will of his enemies.

The Lord comforts him when he lies sick upon his bed, * and restores him from his bed of sickness.

I said, “Lord, be merciful to me; * heal my soul, for I have sinned against you.”

My enemies speak evil of me: * “When shall he die, and his name perish?”

And if anyone comes to see me, he speaks empty words; * his heart conceives falsehood within him, and when he goes forth, he tells it.

All my enemies whisper together against me; * even against me are they devising evil:

“A deadly thing has taken hold of him, * and now that he lies down, he will rise up no more.”

Indeed, even my own familiar friend, whom I trusted, who also ate of my bread, * has lifted up his heel against me.

But be merciful to me, O Lord; * raise me up again, and I shall repay them.

By this I know you favor me, * that my enemy does not triumph over me.

And when I am in health, you uphold me, * and shall set me before your face for ever.

Blessed be the Lord God of Israel, * world without end. Amen.