Psalms 41:7-13

Psalms 41:7-13

[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] be merciful  unto me, and raise me up,  that I may requite  [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,  Amen,