5 Those that to me are enemies,of me do evil say,When shall he die, that so his namemay perish quite away?
6 To see me if he comes, he speaksvain words: but then his heartHeaps mischief to it, which he tells,when forth he doth depart.
7 My haters jointly whispering,'gainst me my hurt devise.
8 Mischief, say they, cleaves fast to him;he li'th, and shall not rise.
9 Yea, ev'n mine own familiar friend,on whom I did rely,Who ate my bread, ev'n he his heelagainst me lifted high.
10 But, Lord, be merciful to me,and up again me raise,That I may justly them requiteaccording to their ways.
11 By this I know that certainlyI favour'd am by thee;Because my hateful enemytriumphs not over me.