Psalms 41:7-11

⁷All that hate me whisper together against me; Against me do they devise my hurt.

⁸An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him; And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.

⁹Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, Who did eat of my bread, Hath lifted up his heel against me.

¹⁰But thou, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me, and raise me up, That I may requite them.

¹¹By this I know that thou delightest in me, Because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.