Psalms 41:8

"An evil disease," they say, "clings to him. And now that he lies down, he will rise up no more."

Surrounding context

41:7 All who hate me whisper together against me; Against me they devise my hurt.

41:8 "An evil disease," they say, "clings to him. And now that he lies down, he will rise up no more."

41:9 Even my own familiar friend in whom I trusted, Who ate my bread, Has lifted up his heel against me.