Psalms 41

1 ♥ 📝 T o the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. Blessed is he that considereth ye poore: God wyll delyuer hym in the tyme of trouble.

2 ♥ 📝 God wyll preserue hym & kepe him aliue: he shalbe blessed vpon the earth, and thou O God wylt not deliuer him into the wyll of his enemies.

3 ♥ 📝 God wyll comfort hym when he lyeth sicke vpon his bed: thou O God wylt turne vpside downe all his bed in his sicknesse.

4 ♥ 📝 I sayde, O God be mercifull vnto me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned agaynst thee.

5 ♥ 📝 Myne enemies speake euyl of me: when shall he dye, and his name perishe?

6 ♥ 📝 But yf any of them came to visite me, he spake vanitie: his heart conceaued vngodlynesse within hym selfe, & when he came foorth a doores he vttered it.

7 ♥ 📝 All they that hated me whispered together: they imagined euyl agaynst me.

8 ♥ 📝 They sayde some great mischiefe is lyghted vpon hym: and he that lyeth sicke on his bed, shall ryse vp no more.

9 ♥ 📝 Yea besides this, euen myne owne friende whom I trusted: which dyd also eate of my bread, hath kicked very much agaynst me.

10 ♥ 📝 But be thou mercifull vnto me O God: rayse me vp agayne, and I shall rewarde them.

11 ♥ 📝 By this I knowe thou fauouredst me: in that myne enemie doth not triumph agaynst me.

12 ♥ 📝 And when I am in my best case, thou vpholdest me: and thou wylt set me before thy face for euer.

13 ♥ 📝 Blessed be God the Lorde of Israel: worlde without ende, Amen, Amen.