3 Jehovah will support him upon the couch of languishing: Thou makest all his bed in his sickness.
4 I said, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me: Heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
5 Mine enemies speak evil against me, [saying], When will he die, and his name perish?
6 And if he come to see [me], he speaketh falsehood; 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, Who did eat of my bread, Hath lifted up his heel against me.
