Psalms 41:7-11

All who hate me whisper together against me; They plot my harm against me, saying,

“A wicked thing is poured out upon him, So that when he lies down, he will not get up again.”

Even my close friend in whom I trusted, Who ate my bread, Has lifted up his heel against me.

But You, Lord, be gracious to me and raise me up, That I may repay them.

By this I know that You are pleased with me, Because my enemy does not shout in triumph over me.