Psalm 41

THe man is blest by whom the poor
Is duly thought upon:
The Lord will sure
His peace procure.
When troublous times come on.
The Lord will his preserver be,
And him alive will save:
Great blessings hee,
O Lord, from thee,
On earth is sure to have.
He shall not be delivered
Unto his enemies will:
But on his bed
Be strengthened,
When he is weak and ill.
His bed all made, when sick and sore,
Be gracious LORD to mee,
I said therefore,
My soul restore,
For I offended thee.
Mine enemies speak ill of me,
When comes his dying day:
And when shall we
Survive to see
His perished name, say they?
If visit me, he complements,
His heart it self doth load
With vile intents,
All which he vents
When ere he goes abroad.

2. Part.
MY haters all lie whispering
Against my soul combin'd:
Some hurtfull thing
On me to bring
Devise they in their mind.
An ill disease doth him surprise,
And cleaves to him so fast,
That now he lies
He shall not rise,
But breath's, say they, his last.
Mine own intire, fed, trusted friend,
Disdainfull heels did he
Against me bend,
But Lord extend
Thy mercy soon to me.
And raise me to requite the blow,
I have thy favour got,
By this I know,
Because my foe
Ore me triumpheth not.
I am upholden by thy grace
In mine integritie:
Thou dost me place
Before thy face
And that perpetually.
The Lord the God of Israels name,
For ever day by day,
And all his fame
Let us proclame,
Amen, Amen, I say.