Psalm 41

¹ To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. O the happiness of him Who is acting wisely unto the poor, In a day of evil doth Jehovah deliver him.

² Jehovah doth preserve him and revive him, He is happy in the land, And Thou givest him not into the will of his enemies.

³ Jehovah supporteth on a couch of sickness, All his bed Thou hast turned in his weakness.

⁴ I — I said, ‘O Jehovah, favour me, Heal my soul, for I did sin against Thee,’

⁵ Mine enemies say evil of me: When he dieth — his name hath perished!

⁶ And if he came to see — vanity he speaketh, His heart gathereth iniquity to itself, He goeth out — at the street he speaketh.

⁷ All hating me whisper together against me, Against me they devise evil to me:

⁸ A thing of Belial is poured out on him, And because he lay down he riseth not again.

⁹ Even mine ally, in whom I trusted, One eating my bread, made great the heel against me,

¹⁰ And Thou, Jehovah, favour me, And cause me to rise, And I give recompence to them.

¹¹ By this I have known, That Thou hast delighted in me, Because my enemy shouteth not over me.

¹² As to me, in mine integrity, Thou hast taken hold upon me, And causest me to stand before Thee to the age.

¹³ Blessed [is] Jehovah, God of Israel, From the age — and unto the age. Amen and Amen.