Psalms 41:7-9

⁷(41-8) All that hate me whisper together against me, against me do they devise my hurt:

⁸(41-9) 'An evil thing cleaveth fast unto him; and now that he lieth, he shall rise up no more.'

⁹(41-10) Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, who did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.