Psalm 41

BLessed is he that poor weak mens
condition wisely weighs,
And them relieves, the Lord shall him
set free in evil days.
The Lord will him Preserve alive,
and blesse him in the land,
And thou wilt not deliver him
into his enemies hand.

Him will God strengthen on the bed
of his pining disease,
And in his sicknesse thou wilt make
his bed, and give him ease.
I said, when I was griev'd, O Lord,
be merciful to mee,
And heal my soul, for by my sin,
I have offended thee.

Mine enemies speak ill of me,
when shall he die (they say)
So that his name from off the earth,
may perish quite away?
When he to see me comes, he speaks
smooth words, but in his heart
Doth heap up mischief, which he tells
when he doth forth depart.

My foes against me do conspire,
and whisper secretly
Concerning me, to work my hurt,
they plot maliciously.
Some fearful plague doth cleave to him,
(say they) and some strange pain,
And surely, now he lieth down,
he shall not rise again.

Yea, my familiar friend, whom I
trusted assuredly,
That eat bread with me, lift his heel
against me scornfully.
But, Lord, be merciful to me,
and up again me raise,
That I may justly them requite,
according to their waies.

By this I know that certainly
I favour'd am by thee,
That now mine enemy hath no cause
to triumph over mee.
But as for me, thou me upholdst
in mine integritie,
Thou sett'st me thee before, and hast
me ever in thine eye.

The Lord, the God of Israel, blest
from everlasting be
To everlasting, yea, Amen,
Amen, gladly say we,