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All that hate me whisper together against me;
Against me do they devise my hurt.
[a]An evil disease, say they, [b]cleaveth fast unto him;
And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted,
Who did eat of my bread,
Hath lifted up his heel against me.

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  1. Psalm 41:8 Or, Some wicked thing
  2. Psalm 41:8 Or, is poured out upon him

All my enemies whisper together(A) against me;
    they imagine the worst for me, saying,
“A vile disease has afflicted him;
    he will never get up(B) from the place where he lies.”
Even my close friend,(C)
    someone I trusted,
one who shared my bread,
    has turned[a] against me.(D)

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  1. Psalm 41:9 Hebrew has lifted up his heel