3 The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing:thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.
4 I said, Lord, be merciful unto me: heal my soul;for I have sinned against thee.
5 Mine enemies speak evil of me,When shall he die, and his name perish?
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.