📖 Psalms 41
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Blessed is he, yt considreth ye poore: ye LORDE shal delyuer him in the tyme of trouble.
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The LORDE shal preserue him, and kepe him alyue: he shal make him to prospere vpon earth, and shal not delyuer him into ye wil of his enemies.
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3
The LORDE shal refresh him, when he lyeth sick vpon his bedd, yee thou makest his bed in all his sicknesse.
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4
I sayde: LORDE be mercifull vnto me, heale my soule, for I haue synned agaynst the.
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5
Myne enemies speake euell vpo me: whan shal he dye, and his name perishe?
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6
Though he came in to se, yet meaned he falsede in his hert, heapinge myschefe vpon himself.
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7
All they that hate me, runne together agaynst me, and ymagin euell agaynst me.
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8
They haue geuen a wicked sentence vpon me: when he lyeth, he shal ryse vp nomore.
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9
Yee euen myne owne familier frende, whom I trusted, which dyd eate my bred, hath lift vp his hele agaynst me.
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10
But be thou mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) rayse thou me vp, and I shal rewarde them.
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11
By this I knowe thou fauourest me, that my enemie shal not triumphe ouer me.
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12
Thou hast vpholden me because of my innocency, and set me before thy face for euer.
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O blessed be ye LORDE God of Israel, from hece forth and for euermore. Amen, Amen.