Psalm 41 Friday Evening 1
Happy the man of careful words; * in time of danger may Yahweh deliver him.
Yahweh, protect him, * give him long life, * bless him upon the earth.
Don't put him into the throat of his Foe!
Yahweh, support him * on his bed of illness.
Support him while he's down; * do away with his sickness.
I said, Yahweh, have pity; * heal me, though I have sinned against you.
My enemies speak evilly of me, * When will he die and his name be forgotten?
If one comes to visit, * his heart concocts lies;
he stores malice for himself, * goes outside and gossips.
All my enemies, Most High * whisper about me together * and plot evil against me:
Pour into his mouth * something poisonous,
that he who lies ill * may rise no more.
Even my colleague * in whom I trusted,
who ate my bread, * spun slanderous tales about me.
But you, Yahweh, * have pity,
raise me up, * that I may repay them.
Then I will know * that you love me,
if my Foe cannot shout * in triumph over me.
Because of my perfection, * grasp me
and station me * before you forever.
Praised be Yahweh, the God of Israel, * from eternity to eternity.
Amen, Amen!