The Message

Psalm 41

A David Psalm

11-3 Dignify those who are down on their luck;
    you’ll feel good—that’s what God does.
God looks after us all,
    makes us robust with life—
Lucky to be in the land,
    we’re free from enemy worries.
Whenever we’re sick and in bed,
    God becomes our nurse,
    nurses us back to health.

4-7 I said, “God, be gracious!
    Put me together again—
    my sins have torn me to pieces.”
My enemies are wishing the worst for me;
    they make bets on what day I will die.
If someone comes to see me,
    he mouths empty platitudes,
All the while gathering gossip about me
    to entertain the street-corner crowd.
These “friends” who hate me
    whisper slanders all over town.
They form committees
    to plan misery for me.

8-9 The rumor goes out, “He’s got some dirty,
    deadly disease. The doctors
    have given up on him.”
Even my best friend, the one I always told everything
    —he ate meals at my house all the time!—
    has bitten my hand.

10 God, give grace, get me up on my feet.
    I’ll show them a thing or two.

11-12 Meanwhile, I’m sure you’re on my side—
    no victory shouts yet from the enemy camp!
You know me inside and out, you hold me together,
    you never fail to stand me tall in your presence
    so I can look you in the eye.

13 Blessed is God, Israel’s God,
    always, always, always.
    Yes. Yes. Yes.

New International Reader's Version

Psalm 41

Psalm 41

For the director of music. A psalm of David.

Blessed are those who care about weak people.
    When they are in trouble, the Lord saves them.
The Lord guards them and keeps them alive.
    They are counted among those who are blessed in the land.
    The Lord won’t hand them over to the wishes of their enemies.
The Lord will take care of them when they are lying sick in bed.
    He will make them well again.

I said, “Lord, have mercy on me.
    Heal me, because I have sinned against you.”
My enemies are saying bad things about me.
    They say, “When will he die and his name be forgotten?”
When one of them comes to see me,
    he says things that aren’t true.
At the same time, he thinks up lies to tell against me.
    Then he goes out and spreads those lies around.

All my enemies whisper to each other about me.
    They want something terrible to happen to me.
They say, “He is sick and will die very soon.
    He will never get up from his bed again.”
Even my close friend, someone I trusted, has failed me.
    I even shared my bread with him.

10 But Lord, may you have mercy on me.
    Make me well, so I can pay them back.
11 Then I will know that you are pleased with me,
    because my enemies haven’t won the battle over me.
12 You will take good care of me because I’ve been honest.
    You will let me be with you forever.

13 Give praise to the Lord, the God of Israel,
    for ever and ever.
Amen and Amen.