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 to him: and now that he lieth he shall rise no more.

⁹Yes, my own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, who ate of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.

¹⁰But thou, O LORD, be merciful to me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.

¹¹By this I know that thou favorest me, because my enemy doth not triumph over me.