8 Let the sentence of guiltiness proceed against him: and now that he lieth, let him rise up no more.
9 Yea, even mine own familiar friend, whom I trusted: who did also eat of my bread, hath laid great wait for me.
10 But be thou merciful unto me, O Lord: raise thou me up again, and I shall reward them.
11 By this I know thou favourest me: that mine enemy doth not triumph against me.
12 And when I am in my health, thou upholdest me: and shalt set me before thy face for ever.
13 Blessed be the Lord God of Israel: world without end. Amen.
PSALM 42. Quemadmodum.
Like as the hart desireth the water-brooks: so longeth my soul after thee, O God.
2 My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the living God: when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
3 My tears have been my meat day and night: while they daily say unto me, Where is now thy God?