Psalm 41:7-13
All my enemies whisper to each other about me.
They want something terrible to happen to me.
They say, “He is sick and will die very soon.
He will never get up from his bed again.”
Even my close friend, someone I trusted, has failed me.
I even shared my bread with him.
But Lord, may you have mercy on me.
Make me well, so I can pay them back.
Then I will know that you are pleased with me,
because my enemies haven’t won the battle over me.
You will take good care of me because I’ve been honest.
You will let me be with you forever.
Give praise to the Lord, the God of Israel,
for ever and ever.
Amen and Amen.
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