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.
10 Have pity, Lord! Heal me,so I can pay them back.
11 Then my enemieswon't defeat me,and I will knowthat you really care.
12 You have helped mebecause I am innocent,and you will alwaysbe close to my side.