All who hate me whisper together against me;
Against me they (A)devise my hurt, saying,
“A wicked thing is poured out [a]upon him,
That when he lies down, he will (B)not rise up again.”
Even my (C)close friend in whom I trusted,
Who ate my bread,
Has lifted up his heel against me.

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  1. Psalm 41:8 Or within

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