David's Personal Lament and Prayer

Psalms 41:4-9

Therefore I saide, Lord haue mercie vpon me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned against thee.

Mine enemies speake euill of me, saying, When shall he die, and his name perish?

And if hee come to see mee, hee speaketh lies, but his heart heapeth iniquitie within him, and when he commeth foorth, he telleth it.

All they that hate me, whisper together against me: euen against me do they imagine mine hurt.

A mischiefe is light vpon him, and he that lyeth, shall no more rise.

Yea, my familiar friend, whom I trusted, which did eate of my bread, hath lifted vp the heele against me.