7 All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.
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.
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