8 An evil disease, [say they], cleaveth fast to him: and [now] that he lieth he shall rise no more.
9 Yes, my own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, who ate of my bread, hath lifted up [his] heel against me.
10 But thou, O LORD, be merciful to me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.
11 By this I know that thou favorest me, because my enemy doth not triumph over me.
12 And as for me, thou upholdest me in my integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever.
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