PSALM 41. _Beatus qui intelligit_.
Blessed is he that considereth the poor and needy: the Lord shall
deliver him in the time of trouble.
2 The Lord preserve him, and keep him alive, that he may be blessed
upon earth: and deliver not thou him into the will of his enemies.
3 The Lord comfort him, when he lieth sick upon his bed: make
thou 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: and his heart
conceiveth falsehood within himself, and when he cometh forth he
telleth it.
7 All mine enemies whisper together against me: even against me
do they imagine this evil.
8 Let the sentence of guiltiness proceed against him: and now that
he lieth, let him rise up no more.
9 Yea, even mine own familiar friend, whom I trusted: who did
also eat of my bread, hath laid great wait for me.
10 But be thou merciful unto me, O Lord: raise thou me up again,
and I shall reward them.
11 By this I know thou favourest me: that mine enemy doth not
triumph against me.
12 And when I am in my health, thou upholdest me: and shalt set
me before thy face for ever.