Ps 41 (King James)

¹ Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in time of trouble.
² The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies.
³ The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.
⁴ I said, LORD, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
⁵ Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?
⁶ And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
⁷ All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.
⁸ An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
⁹ Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.
¹⁰ But thou, O LORD, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.
¹¹ By this I know that thou favourest me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.
¹² And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever.
¹³ Blessed be the LORD God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.

Ps 41 (Vulgate)

¹ In finem. Intellectus filiis Core.
² [Quemadmodum desiderat cervus ad fontes aquarum, ita desiderat anima mea ad te, Deus.
³ Sitivit anima mea ad Deum fortem, vivum ; quando veniam, et apparebo ante faciem Dei ?
⁴ Fuerunt mihi lacrimæ meæ panes die ac nocte, dum dicitur mihi quotidie : Ubi est Deus tuus ?
⁵ Hæc recordatus sum, et effudi in me animam meam, quoniam transibo in locum tabernaculi admirabilis, usque ad domum Dei, in voce exsultationis et confessionis, sonus epulantis.
⁶ Quare tristis es, anima mea ? et quare conturbas me ? Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi, salutare vultus mei,
⁷ et Deus meus. Ad meipsum anima mea conturbata est : propterea memor ero tui de terra Jordanis et Hermoniim a monte modico.
⁸ Abyssus abyssum invocat, in voce cataractarum tuarum ; omnia excelsa tua, et fluctus tui super me transierunt.
⁹ In die mandavit Dominus misericordiam suam, et nocte canticum ejus ; apud me oratio Deo vitæ meæ.
¹⁰ Dicam Deo : Susceptor meus es ; quare oblitus es mei ? et quare contristatus incedo, dum affligit me inimicus ?
¹¹ Dum confringuntur ossa mea, exprobraverunt mihi qui tribulant me inimici mei, dum dicunt mihi per singulos dies : Ubi est Deus tuus ?
¹² Quare tristis es, anima mea ? et quare conturbas me ? Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi, salutare vultus mei, et Deus meus.]