Psalm 41 – New International Version (NIV)
For the director of music. A psalm of David.
- Blessed are those who have regard for the weak; the Lord delivers them in times of trouble.
- The Lord protects and preserves them— they are counted among the blessed in the land— he does not give them over to the desire of their foes.
- The Lord sustains them on their sickbed and restores them from their bed of illness.
- I said, “Have mercy on me, Lord; heal me, for I have sinned against you.”
- My enemies say of me in malice, “When will he die and his name perish?”
- When one of them comes to see me, he speaks falsely, while his heart gathers slander; then he goes out and spreads it around.
- All my enemies whisper together against me; they imagine the worst for me, saying,
- “A vile disease has afflicted him; he will never get up from the place where he lies.”
- Even my close friend, someone I trusted, one who shared my bread, has turned[b] against me.
- But may you have mercy on me, Lord; raise me up, that I may repay them.
- I know that you are pleased with me, for my enemy does not triumph over me.
- Because of my integrity you uphold me and set me in your presence forever.
- Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel, from everlasting to everlasting. Amen and Amen.
Psalm 41 – King James Version (KJV)
To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
- 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.