Psalm 41 Friday Evening 1
Happy the man wise in his 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;* Make his confinement bearable; * 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 up malice for himself, * goes outside and gossips.
All my enemies, Most High * whisper about me together * and plot evil against me:
“Pour into him 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 * and raise me up, * that I may repay them.
Then I will know that you love me, * if my Foe does not triumph over me.
Because of my perfection, grasp me * and set me before you forever.
Praised be Yahweh, the God of Israel, * from eternity to eternity.