Psalm 41
For the director of music. A psalm of David.
1Blessed are those who care about weak people.
When they are in trouble, the Lord saves them.
2The 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.
3The Lord will take care of them when they are lying sick in bed.
He will make them well again.
4I said, “Lord, have mercy on me.
Heal me, because I have sinned against you.”
5My enemies are saying bad things about me.
They say, “When will he die and his name be forgotten?”
6When 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.
7All my enemies whisper to each other about me.
They want something terrible to happen to me.
8They say, “He is sick and will die very soon.
He will never get up from his bed again.”
9Even my close friend, someone I trusted, has failed me.
I even shared my bread with him.
10But Lord, may you have mercy on me.
Make me well, so I can pay them back.
11Then I will know that you are pleased with me,
because my enemies haven’t won the battle over me.
12You will take good care of me because I’ve been honest.
You will let me be with you forever.
13Give praise to the Lord, the God of Israel,
for ever and ever.
Amen and Amen.
Bøn under sygdom
1Til korlederen: En sang af David.
2Gud velsigner dem, der tager sig af de fattige,
han hjælper dem, når de selv får problemer.
3Han beskytter dem og holder dem i live,
han velsigner dem i landet
og redder dem fra fjendens angreb.
4Når de er syge, tager han sig af dem
og helbreder dem fra alle deres sygdomme.
5„Herre,” bad jeg, „jeg har syndet imod dig,
men vær nådig og helbred mig.”
6Fjenderne siger med skadefryd: „Gid han snart må dø
og hans navn blive glemt for altid!”
7Når 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.
8Dem, der hader mig, tænker det værste
og håber, at jeg snart er død og borte.
9„Det er en alvorlig sygdom,” hvisker de til hinanden.
„Han kommer sig aldrig igen.”
10Selv min nære ven, som jeg stolede på,
og som jeg spiste sammen med,
bekæmper mig.
11Herre, vær nådig og helbred mig,
så jeg kan gengælde dem, hvad de har gjort imod mig.
12Du har ikke ladet fjenden sejre over mig.
Derfor ved jeg, at du holder af mig.
13Du har bevaret mig, fordi jeg var oprigtig,
og du vil altid lade mig leve i din nærhed.
14Lovet være Herren, Israels Gud,
fra evighed og til evighed.
Amen, amen.
