“He has some fatal disease,” my enemies say. “He will never get out of that bed! How soon will he die and be forgotten?”
My enemies say nothing but evil about me. They visit me as if they were my friends, all the while they gather gossip, and when they leave, they spread it everywhere. All who hate me whisper about me, imagining the worst. Even my best friend, the one I trust is completely, the one who shared my food, is turned against me.
Lord, rescue my feet from stumbling and my eyes from tears...