That a deadly thing has fastened on me.
I will not rise again
From where I lie.
Even my bosom friend,
In whom I trusted,
Who ate of my bread,
Has lifted his heel against me.”
Both David’s enemies and friends have turned against him during this deadly illness. The enemies thought that he would never get out of bed again. Even some friend, whom he trusted and broke bread with, had lifted his heel against him. David was feeling very lonely. Everyone was waiting for his death.