Psalms 41:2-11

²The 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.

³The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: Thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.

⁴I said, Lord, be merciful unto me: Heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

⁵Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?

⁶And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity: His heart gathereth iniquity to itself; When he goeth abroad, he telleth it.

⁷All that hate me whisper together against me: Against me do they devise my hurt.

⁸An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.

⁹Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, Which did eat of my bread, Hath lift up his heel against me.

¹⁰But thou, O Lord, be merciful unto me, And raise me up, that I may requite them.

¹¹By this I know that thou favourest me, Because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.