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

For the choir director. A Psalm of David.
How blessed is he who considers the helpless;
The Lord will deliver him in a day of trouble.

The Lord will sustain him upon his sickbed;
In his illness, You restore him to health.

As for me, I said, “O Lord, be gracious to me;
Heal my soul, for I have sinned against You.”

The Lord will protect him and keep him alive,
And he shall be called blessed upon the earth;
And do not give him over to the desire of his enemies.

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

But You, O Lord, be gracious to me and raise me up,
That I may repay them.

And when he comes to see me, he speaks falsehood;
His heart gathers wickedness to itself;
When he goes outside, he tells it.

By this I know that You are pleased with me,
Because my enemy does not shout in triumph over me.

As for me, You uphold me in my integrity,
And You set me in Your presence forever.

My enemies speak evil against me,
“When will he die, and his name perish?”

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

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