| Chapter 41 |
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To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David.
Happy is the man who gives thought to the poor; the Lord will be his saviour in the time of trouble. -
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The Lord will keep him safe, and give him life; the Lord will let him be a blessing on the earth, and will not give him into the hand of his haters. -
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The Lord will be his support on his bed of pain: by you will all his grief be turned to strength. -
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I said, Lord, have mercy on me; make my soul well, because my faith is in you. -
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My haters say evil against me, When will he be dead, and his name come to an end? -
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If one comes to see me, deceit is in his heart; he keeps a store of evil, which he makes public in every place. -
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All my haters are talking secretly together against me; they are designing my downfall. -
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They say, He has an evil disease, which will not let him go: and now that he is down he will not get up again. -
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Even my dearest friend, in whom I had faith, who took bread with me, is turned against me. -
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But you, O Lord, have mercy on me, lifting me up, so that I may give them their punishment. -
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By this I see that you have pleasure in me, because my hater does not overcome me. -
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And as for me, you are my support in my righteousness, giving me a place before your face for ever. -
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May the Lord God of Israel be praised, through eternal days and for ever. So be it. So be it. -
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