5 My enemies speak evil of me:“When will he die, and his name perish?”
6 And if he comes to see me, he speaks lies;His heart gathers iniquity to itself;When he goes out, he tells it.
7 All who hate me whisper together against me;Against me they devise my hurt.
8 “An evil disease,” they say, “clings to him.And now that he lies down, he will rise up no more.”
9 Even my own familiar friend in whom I trusted,Who ate my bread,Has lifted up his heel against me.
10 But You, O Lord, be merciful to me, and raise me up,That I may repay them.
11 By this I know that You are well pleased with me,Because my enemy does not triumph over me.