4 I said, LORD, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against you.
5 My enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?
6 And if he comes to see me, he speaks vanity: his heart gathers iniquity to itself; when he goes abroad, he tells it.
7 All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.
8 An evil disease, say they, clings close unto him: and now that he lies down he shall rise up no more.
9 Yea, my own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, who did eat of my bread, has lifted up his heel against me.
10 But you, O LORD, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I may repay them.