1 Ao mestre de canto. Salmo de Davi. Feliz quem se lembra do necessitado e do pobre, porque no dia da desgraça o Senhor o salvará.
2 O Senhor há de guardá-lo e o conservará vivo, há de torná-lo feliz na terra e não o abandonará à mercê de seus inimigos.
3 O Senhor o assistirá no leito de dores, e na sua doença o reconfortará.
4 Quanto a mim, eu vos digo: Piedade para mim, Senhor; sarai-me, porque pequei contra vós.
5 Meus inimigos falam de mim maldizendo: Quando há de morrer e se extinguir o seu nome?
6 Se alguém me vem visitar, fala hipocritamente. Seu coração recolhe calúnias e, saindo fora, se apressa em divulgá-las.
7 Todos os que me odeiam murmuram contra mim, e só procuram fazer-me mal.
8 Um mal mortal, dizem eles, o atingiu; ei-lo deitado, para não mais se levantar.
9 Até o próprio amigo em que eu confiava, que partilhava do meu pão, levantou contra mim o calcanhar.
10 Ao menos vós, Senhor, tende piedade de mim; erguei-me, para eu lhes dar a paga que merecem.
11 Nisto verei que me sois favorável, se meu inimigo não triunfar de mim.
12 Vós, porém, me conservareis incólume, e na vossa presença me poreis para sempre.
13 Bendito seja o Senhor, Deus de Israel, de eternidade em eternidade! Assim seja! Assim seja!
1 To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David.
2 \41:1\Happy is the man who gives thought to the poor; the Lord will be his saviour in the time of trouble.
3 \41:2\The Lord will keep him safe, and give him life; the Lord will let him be a blessing on the earth, and will not give him into the hand of his haters.
4 \41:3\The Lord will be his support on his bed of pain: by you will all his grief be turned to strength.
5 \41:4\I said, Lord, have mercy on me; make my soul well, because my faith is in you.
6 \41:5\My haters say evil against me, When will he be dead, and his name come to an end?
7 \41:6\If one comes to see me, deceit is in his heart; he keeps a store of evil, which he makes public in every place.
8 \41:7\All my haters are talking secretly together against me; they are designing my downfall.
9 \41:8\They say, He has an evil disease, which will not let him go: and now that he is down he will not get up again.
10 \41:9\Even my dearest friend, in whom I had faith, who took bread with me, is turned against me.
11 \41:10\But you, O Lord, have mercy on me, lifting me up, so that I may give them their punishment.
12 \41:11\By this I see that you have pleasure in me, because my hater does not overcome me.
13 \41:12\And as for me, you are my support in my righteousness, giving me a place before your face for ever.
14 \41:13\May the Lord God of Israel be praised, through eternal days and for ever. So be it. So be it.