PXLI. To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David

1 O bless'd is he that wisely doth
Unto the poor attend:
The Lord will him deliverance
In time of trouble send.
2 The Lord will keep and make him live,
On Earth he blest shall be;
And give him not unto the will
Of his sore enemy.

3 Upon the bed of languishing
The Lord will strengthen him;
Thou also wilt make all his bed
Within his sickness time:
4 I said, Jehovah unto me
Thy tender grace I crave;
Heal thou my soul, because that I
Against thee sinned have.

5 Those men that be mine enemies,
With evil me defame;
When will the time come he shall die,
And perish shall his name?
6 And if he come to visit me,
He speaks vain lies in heart:
He heapeth evils, then he goes
Abroad them to impart.

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7 All that me hate, against me they
Together whisper still:
Against me they imagine do
To me malicious ill.
8 Thus do they say, some ill disease
Unto him cleaveth sore:
And seeing now he lyeth down,
He shall rise up no more.

9 Moreover my familiar friend,
On whom my trust I set,
His heel against me lifted up,
Who of my bread did eat.
10 But Lord me pity and me raise,
That I may them requite,
11 By this I know assuredly,
In me thou dost delight.

For o'er me triumphs not my foe,
12 And me, thou dost me stay
In mine integrity, and sett'st
Me thee before for aye.
13 Blest hath Jehovah, Israel's God,
From everlasting been,
And unto everlasting is,
Amen, yea, and Amen.

Text Information
First Line: O bless'd is he that wisely doth
Title: To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David
Publication Date: 1742
Scripture: Psalm 41
Language: English
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