AKJV(i)
8 An evil disease, say they, sticks fast to him: and now that he lies he shall rise up no more.
9 Yes, my own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of 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 requite them.
11 By this I know that you favor me, because my enemy does not triumph over me.