: the malice of his enemies,
especially of the traitor Judas.

40:1. Unto the end, a psalm for David himself.

40:2. Blessed is he that understandeth concerning the needy and the
poor: the Lord will deliver him in the evil day.

40:3. The Lord preserve him and give him life, and make him blessed upon
the earth: and deliver him not up to the will of his enemies.

40:4. The Lord help him on his bed of sorrow: thou hast turned all his
couch in his sickness.

40:5. I said: O Lord, be thou merciful to me: heal my soul, for I have
sinned against thee.

40:6. My enemies have spoken evils against me: when shall he die and his
name perish?

40:7. And if he came in to see me, he spoke vain things: his heart
gathered together iniquity to itself. He went out and spoke to the same
purpose.

40:8. All my enemies whispered together against me: they devised evils
to me.

40:9. They determined against me an unjust word: shall he that sleepeth
rise again no more?

40:10. For even the man of my peace, in whom I trusted, who ate my
bread, hath greatly supplanted me.

40:11. But thou, O Lord, have mercy on me, and raise my up again: and I
will requite them.

40:12. By this I know, that thou hast had a good will for me: because my
enemy shall not rejoice over me.

40:13. But thou hast upheldme by reason of my innocence: and hast
established me in thy sight for ever.

40:14. Blessed be the Lord the God of Israel from eternity to eternity.
So be it. So be it.

Psalms Chapter 41

Quemadmodum desiderat.

The fervent desire of the just after God: hope in afflictions.

41:1. Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core.

41:2. As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul
panteth after thee, O God.

41:3. My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I
come and appear before the face of God?

41:4. My tears have been my bread day and night, whilst it is said to me
daily: Where is thy God?

41:5. These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me: for I
shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the
house of God: With the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one
feasting.

41:6. Why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou trouble me? Hope in
God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my
countenance,

41:7. And my God. My soul is troubled within my self: therefore will I
remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the l