So many enemies against one man—
    all of them trying to kill me.
To them I’m just a broken-down wall
    or a tottering fence.
⁴ They plan to topple me from my high position.
    They delight in telling lies about me.
They praise me to my face
    but curse me in their hearts. Interlude Psalm 62:3,4

What do you think are the roots of lying and back stabbing? How does that make you feel about liars and back stabbers?