Psalm 41:1-13 (KJV)
 Blessed is he that considereth the poor:
the Lord will deliver him in time of trouble.
 The Lord will preserve him, and keep him
alive; and he shall be blessed upon the
earth: and thou wilt not deliver him
unto the will of his enemies.
 The Lord will strengthen him upon
the bed of languishing: thou wilt make
all his bed in his sickness.
 I said, Lord, be merciful unto me:
heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
 Mine enemies speak evil of me,
When shall he die, and his name perish?
 And if he come to see me, he speaketh
vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to
itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
 All that hate me whisper together
against me: against me do they devise my hurt.
 An evil disease, say they, cleaveth
fast unto him: and now that he lieth he
shall rise up no more.
 Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom
I trusted, which did eat of my bread,
hath lifted up his heel against me.
 But thou, O Lord, be merciful unto
me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.
 By this I know that thou favourest me,
because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.
 And as for me, thou upholdest me in
mine integrity, and settest me before
thy face for ever.
 Blessed be the Lord God of Israel
from everlasting, and to everlasting.
Amen, and Amen.
May God's eternal graces abound to you!
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