7 All who hate me whisper together against me; Against me they devise my hurt, saying,

8 “A wicked thing is poured out upon him, That when he lies down, he will not rise up again.”

9 Even my close friend, in whom I trusted, Who ate my bread, Has lifted up his heel against me.

10 But Thou, O LORD, be gracious to me, and raise me up, That I may repay them.

11 By this I know that Thou art pleased with me, Because my enemy does not shout in triumph over me.

12 As for me, Thou dost uphold me in my integrity, And Thou dost set me in Thy presence forever.

13 Blessed be the LORD, the God of Israel, From everlasting to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.

Psalms 41:7-13, New American Standard 1977. Copyright © 1977 by The Lockman Foundation.
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