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, Which did eat of my bread, Hath lift up his heel against me.

¹⁰But thou, O Lord, be merciful unto me, And raise me up, that I may requite them.

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