7 All who hate me whisper together against me. They imagine the worst for me.
8 'An evil disease,' they say, 'has afflicted him. Now that he lies he shall rise up no more.'
9 Yes, my own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, Who ate bread with me, Has lifted up his heel against me.
10 But you, Yahweh, have mercy on me, and raise me up, That I may repay them.
11 By this I know that you delight in me, Because my enemy doesn't triumph over me.
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