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Psalm 41: Blessed is he that wisely doth

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #P43 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Blessed is he that wisely doth Lyrics: 1Blessed is he that wisely doth the poor man’s case consider; For when the time of trouble is, the Lord will him deliver. 2God will him keep, yea, save alive; on earth he bless’d shall live; And to his enemies’ desire thou wilt him not up give. 3God will give strength when he on bed of languishing doth mourn; And in his sickness sore, O Lord, thou all his bed wilt turn. 4I said, O Lord, do thou extend thy mercy unto me; O do thou heal my soul; for why? I have offended thee. 5Those that to me are enemies, of me do evil say, When shall he die, that so his name may perish quite away? 6To see me if he comes, he speaks vain words: but then his heart Heaps mischief to it, which he tells, when forth he doth depart. 7My haters jointly whispering, ’gainst me my hurt devise. 8Mischief, say they, cleaves fast to him; he li’th, and shall not rise. 9Yea, ev’n mine own familiar friend, on whom I did rely, Who ate my bread, ev’n he his heel against me lifted high. 10But, Lord, be merciful to me, and up again me raise, That I may justly them requite according to their ways. 11By this I know that certainly I favour’d am by thee; Because my hateful enemy triumphs not over me. 12But as for me, thou me uphold’st in mine integrity; And me before thy countenance thou sett’st continually. 13The Lord, the God of Israel, be bless’d for ever then, From age to age eternally. Amen, yea, and amen. Scripture: Psalm 41 Languages: English

Psalm 41

Hymnal: Foundations Psalter #41 (2023) First Line: Blessed is he that wisely doth Lyrics: 1 Blessèd is he that wisely doth the poor man's case consider; For when the time of trouble is, the Lord will him deliver. 2 God will him keep, yea, save alive; on earth he blessed shall live; And to his enemies' desire thou wilt him not up give. 3 God will give strength when he on bed of languishing doth mourn; And in his sickness sore, O Lord, thou all his bed wilt turn. 4 I said, O Lord, do thou extend thy mercy unto me; O do thou heal my soul; for why? I have offended thee. 5 Those that to me are enemies, of me do evil say, When shall he die, that so his name may perish quite away? 6 To see me if he comes, he speaks vain words: but then his heart Heaps mischief to it, which he tells, when forth he doth depart. 7 My haters jointly whispering, 'gainst me my hurt devise. 8 Mischief, say they, cleaves fast to him; he li'th, and shall not rise. 9 Yea, ev'n mine own familiar friend, on whom I did rely, Who ate my bread, ev'n he his heel against me lifted high. 10 But, Lord, be merciful to me, and up again me raise, That I may justly them requite according to their ways. 11 By this I know that certainly I favored am by thee; Because my hateful enemy triumphs not over me. 12 But as for me, thou me uphold'st in mine integrity; And me before thy countenance thou sett'st continually. 13 The Lord, the God of Israel, be blessed for ever then, From age to age eternally. Amen, yea, and amen. Scripture: Psalm 41 Languages: English