7 All that hate me whisper together against me; Against me do they devise my hurt.
8 An evil disease, 'say they', cleaveth fast unto him; And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
9 Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, Who did eat of my bread, Hath lifted up his heel against me.
10 But thou, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me, and raise me up, That I may requite them.
11 By this I know that thou delightest in me, Because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.
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