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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.

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Salme 41

Bøn under sygdom

1Til korlederen: En sang af David.

Gud velsigner dem, der tager sig af de fattige,
    han hjælper dem, når de selv får problemer.
Han beskytter dem og holder dem i live,
    han velsigner dem i landet
        og redder dem fra fjendens angreb.
Når de er syge, tager han sig af dem
    og helbreder dem fra alle deres sygdomme.

„Herre,” bad jeg, „jeg har syndet imod dig,
    men vær nådig og helbred mig.”
Fjenderne siger med skadefryd: „Gid han snart må dø
    og hans navn blive glemt for altid!”
Når de kommer og besøger mig,
    tager de en venlig maske på,
men de tror på de negative rygter,
    som de selv går rundt og spreder.
Dem, der hader mig, tænker det værste
    og håber, at jeg snart er død og borte.
„Det er en alvorlig sygdom,” hvisker de til hinanden.
    „Han kommer sig aldrig igen.”
10 Selv min nære ven, som jeg stolede på,
    og som jeg spiste sammen med,
    bekæmper mig.
11 Herre, vær nådig og helbred mig,
    så jeg kan gengælde dem, hvad de har gjort imod mig.
12 Du har ikke ladet fjenden sejre over mig.
    Derfor ved jeg, at du holder af mig.
13 Du har bevaret mig, fordi jeg var oprigtig,
    og du vil altid lade mig leve i din nærhed.
14 Lovet være Herren, Israels Gud,
    fra evighed og til evighed.
Amen, amen.