Psalm 41:7-9

American Standard Version

⁷ All that hate me whisper together against me;
Against me do they devise my hurt.
^8 [a]An evil disease, say they, ^[b]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.