9  Even my close friend in whom I trusted,

^pwho ate my bread, has lifted his heel against me.

12  For it is not an enemy who taunts me—

then I could bear it;

it is not an adversary who deals insolently with me—

then I could hide from him.

13  But it is you, a man, my equal,

my companion, my ^bfamiliar friend.

14  We used to take sweet counsel together;

within God’s house we walked ^cin the throng.

15  Let death steal over them;

let them go down to Sheol ^dalive;

for evil is in their dwelling place and in their heart.

20  My companion¹ stretched out his hand against his friends;

he violated his covenant.

21  His speech was smooth as butter,

^fyet war was in his heart;

^ghis words were softer than oil,

yet they were drawn swords.