Psalm 41:7-10

All that hate me whisper together against me: Against me do they devise my hurt. An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more. Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, Which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me. But thou, O LORD, be merciful unto me, And raise me up, that I may requite them.