Psalms 41:7-10

All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt. {my...: Heb. evil to me} An evil disease, {say they}, cleaveth fast unto him: and {now} that he lieth he shall rise up no more. {An...: Heb. A thing of Belial} Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up {his} heel against me. {mine...: Heb. the man of my peace} {lifted...: Heb. magnified} But thou, O LORD, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.