Beatus qui intelligit
I said, Lord, be merciful unto me; heal my soul, for I have sinned against thee. Mine enemies speak evil of me: When shall he die, and his name perish? And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity, and his heart conceiveth falsehood within himself; and when he cometh forth, he telleth it.
All mine enemies whisper together against me; even against me do they imagine this evil. Let the sentence of guiltiness proceed against him; and now that he lieth, let him rise up no more. Yea, even mine own familiar friend whom I trusted, who did also eat of my bread, hath laid great wait for me. But be thou merciful unto me, O Lord; raise thou me up again, and I shall reward them.
By this I know thou favourest me, that mine enemy doth not triumph against me. Thou has upholden me because of my innocency, and set me before thy face for ever. Blessed be the Lord God of Israel, world without end. Amen.