Psalms 40:4-12

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

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

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

⁷And 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.

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

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

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

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

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