Psalm 41 T. S.
Words: Sternhold and Hopkins, The Whole Book of Psalms Collected into English Metre
1 The man is blest that doth provide for such as needy be; For in the season perilous the Lord will set him free;
2 And he will keep him safe, and make him happy in the land, And not deliver him into his enemy's strong hand.
3 And from his bed of languishing the Lord will him restore; For thou, O Lord, wilt turn to health his sickness and his sore.
4 Then in my sickness thus said I, Have mercy, Lord, on me; And heal my soul, which grievèd is that I offended thee.
5 My foes did wish me ill in heart, and thus of me did say, When shall he die, that so his name may perish quite away?
6 And when they come to visit me, then ask if I do well; But in their hearts they mischief hatch, and then abroad it tell.
7 All they that hate me do conspire against me craftily, And still devise how to procure my hurt and misery.
8 Some grievous sin hath brought him to this sickness, say they plain; He is so low, that without doubt he cannot rise again.
9 The man also that I did trust, with me did use deceit; Who at my table did eat bread, the same for me laid wait.
10 Have mercy, Lord, on me therefore, and let me be preserved, That I may render unto them the things they have deserved.
11 By this I know assuredly I am beloved of thee; Because my foes no power have to triumph over me.
12 But in my right thou hast me kept, and it maintainèd well; And in thy presence place assigned where I shall ever dwell.
13 The Lord, the God of Israel, be praisèd evermore; E'en so be it, Lord, will I say; praise ye the Lord therefore.