Interpretations of Psalm 40:
Finally, a psalm to David.
Blessed is he who is poor and wretched; on the day of cruelty the Lord will deliver him. May the Lord preserve him and live him, and may he make him blessed on earth, and may he not deliver him into the hands of his enemies. May the Lord help him on the bed of his illness: you turned all his lies into his illness. Az reh: Lord, have mercy on me, heal my soul, for I have sinned. My enemies have decided evil against me: when will his name die and perish? And when he came in, he saw that he spoke his heart in vain, heaping up iniquity for himself, he went out and spoke his heart together. All my enemies whisper against me, and think evil against me. You put the word of transgression on me: food and sleep will not cause you to rise again? For the man of my world, in whom I trusted, eater of my bread, bring stumbling upon me. But you, Lord, have mercy on me and raise me up and repay them. In this knowledge, because you have desired me, because my enemy will not rejoice over me. For my kindness you accepted me and established me before You forever. Blessed be the Lord God of Israel from everlasting to everlasting: be, be.
Въ коне́цъ, ѱало́мъ дв҃дꙋ, Бл҃же́нъ разꙋмѣва́ѧй на ни́ща и҆ ᲂу҆бо́га, въ де́нь лю́тъ и҆зба́витъ є҆го̀ гдⷭ҇ь. Гдⷭ҇ь да сохрани́тъ є҆го̀ и҆ живи́тъ є҆го̀, и҆ да ᲂу҆бл҃жи́тъ є҆го̀ на землѝ и҆ да не преда́стъ є҆гѡ̀ въ рꙋ́ки врагѡ́въ є҆гѡ̀. Гдⷭ҇ь да помо́жетъ є҆мꙋ̀ на ѻ҆дрѣ̀ болѣ́зни є҆гѡ̀: всѐ ло́же є҆гѡ̀ ѡ҆брати́лъ є҆сѝ въ болѣ̑зни є҆гѡ̀. А҆́зъ рѣ́хъ: гдⷭ҇и, поми́лꙋй мѧ̀, и҆сцѣлѝ дꙋ́шꙋ мою̀, ꙗ҆́кѡ согрѣши́хъ тѝ. Вразѝ моѝ рѣ́ша мнѣ̀ ѕла̑ѧ: когда̀ ᲂу҆́мретъ, и҆ поги́бнетъ и҆́мѧ є҆гѡ̀; И҆ вхожда́ше ви́дѣти, всꙋ́е глаго́лаше се́рдце є҆гѡ̀: собра̀ беззако́нїе себѣ̀, и҆схожда́ше во́нъ и҆ глаго́лаше вкꙋ́пѣ. На мѧ̀ шепта́хꙋ всѝ вразѝ моѝ, на мѧ̀ помышлѧ́хꙋ ѕла̑ѧ мнѣ̀. Сло́во законопрестꙋ́пное возложи́ша на мѧ̀: є҆да̀ спѧ́й не приложи́тъ воскреснꙋ́ти; И҆́бо человѣ́къ ми́ра моегѡ̀, на него́же ᲂу҆пова́хъ, ꙗ҆ды́й хлѣ́бы моѧ̑, возвели́чи на мѧ̀ запина́нїе. Ты́ же, гдⷭ҇и, поми́лꙋй мѧ̀ и҆ возста́ви мѧ̀, и҆ возда́мъ и҆̀мъ. Въ се́мъ позна́хъ, ꙗ҆́кѡ восхотѣ́лъ мѧ̀ є҆сѝ, ꙗ҆́кѡ не возра́дꙋетсѧ вра́гъ мо́й ѡ҆ мнѣ̀. Мене́ же за неѕло́бїе прїѧ́лъ, и҆ ᲂу҆тверди́лъ мѧ̀ є҆сѝ пред̾ тобо́ю въ вѣ́къ. Блгⷭ҇ве́нъ гдⷭ҇ь бг҃ъ і҆и҃левъ ѿ вѣ́ка и҆ до вѣ́ка: бꙋ́ди, бꙋ́ди.
In the end, blessed is the man who considers the poor and the humble of heart, in the day of trouble the Lord will deliver him. The Lord will preserve him and keep him alive, and set him on the earth, and will not deliver him into the hands of his enemies. The Lord will help him on his bed of sickness: all his lying has turned against him. I said, "Lord, have mercy on me, heal my soul, for I have sinned against You." They said to me in my heart, "When will he die and his name perish?" And when he came to see, his heart said within him, "He has gathered iniquity for himself, and goes out and speaks with them." All who hate me whisper against me; they devise evil against me. They have laid upon me a lawless word: "He who eats my bread has lifted up his heel against me." But You, Lord, have mercy on me and raise me up, and I will render thanks to You. In this I knew that You have desired me, that my enemy shall not rejoice over me. But You have taken me up for my lack of care, and have established me before You forever. Blessed be the Lord God of Israel from everlasting and to everlasting. Amen.