3 You always heal themand restore their strengthwhen they are sick.
4 I prayed, “Have pity, Lord!Heal me, though I have sinnedagainst you.”
5 My vicious enemies ask me,“When will you dieand be forgotten?”
6 When visitors come,all they ever bringare worthless words,and when they leave,they spread gossip.
7 My enemies whisper about me.They think the worst,
8 and they say,“You have some fatal disease!You'll never get well.”
9 My most trusted friendhas turned against me,though he ate at my table.