1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
2 The
3 The
4 I said,
5 Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?
6 And if he come to see
7 All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.
8 An evil disease,
9 Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up
10 But thou, O
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