Psalms 41

1 For victorie, the song of Dauid. Blessid is he that vndurstondith `on a nedi man and pore; the Lord schal delyuere hym in the yuel dai.

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Blessed [is] he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in the time of trouble.

2 The Lord kepe hym, and quykene hym, and make hym blesful in the lond; and bitake not hym in to the wille of his enemyes.

The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive; [and] he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him to the will of his enemies.

3 The Lord bere help to hym on the bed of his sorewe; thou hast ofte turned al his bed stre in his sijknesse.

The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.

4 I seide, Lord, haue thou mercy on me; heele thou my soule, for Y synnede ayens thee.

I said, LORD, be merciful to me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

5 Myn enemyes seiden yuels to me; Whanne schal he die, and his name schal perische?

My enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?

6 And if he entride for to se, he spak veyn thingis; his herte gaderide wickidnesse to hym silf.

And if he cometh to see [me], he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; [when] he goeth abroad, he telleth [it].

7 He yede with out forth; and spak to the same thing. Alle myn enemyes bacbitiden pryuyli ayens me; ayens me thei thouyten yuels to me.

All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.

8 Thei ordeineden an yuel word ayens me; Whether he that slepith, schal not leie to, that he rise ayen?

An evil disease, [say they], cleaveth fast to him: and [now] that he lieth he shall rise no more.

9 For whi the man of my pees, in whom Y hopide, he that eet my looues; made greet disseit on me.

Yes, my own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, who ate of my bread, hath lifted up [his] heel against me.

10 But thou, Lord, haue merci on me, and reise me ayen; and Y schal yelde to hem.

But thou, O LORD, be merciful to me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.

11 In this thing Y knew, that thou woldist me; for myn enemye schal not haue ioye on me.

By this I know that thou favorest me, because my enemy doth not triumph over me.

12 Forsothe thou hast take me vp for ynnocence; and hast confermed me in thi siyt with outen ende.

And as for me, thou upholdest me in my integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever.

13 Blessid be the Lord God of Israel, fro the world and in to the world; be it doon, be it doon.

Blessed [be] the LORD God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and amen.