6 And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity:his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
7 All that hate me whisper together against me:against me do they devise my hurt.
8 An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him:and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
9 Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted,which did eat of my bread,hath lifted up his heel against me.
10 But thou, O Lord, be merciful unto me,and raise me up, that I may requite them.
11 By this I know that thou favorest me,because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.
12 And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity,and settest me before thy face for ever.