12 For innumerable evils have compassed me about; mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head; therefore my heart faileth me.
13 Be pleased, O Lord, to deliver me; O Lord, make haste to help me.
14 Let them be ashamed and confounded together that seek after my soul to destroy it; let them be driven backward and put to shame that wish me evil.
15 Let them be desolate for a reward of their shame that say unto me, Aha, aha.
16 Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee; let such as love thy salvation say continually, The Lord be magnified.
17 But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon me; thou art my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my God.
Psalms 41 Intro: God's care of the poor -- David fleeth to God for succor. (To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.)
1 Blessed is he that considereth the poor; the Lord will deliver him in time of trouble.
2 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.
3 The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing; thou wilt make all his pains to cease, when he is laid in his bed of sickness.
4 I said, Lord, be merciful unto me; heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
