Psalm 41:6-8

Living Bible

⁶ They act so friendly when they come to visit me while I am sick; but all the time they hate me and are glad that I am lying there upon my bed of pain. And when they leave, they laugh and mock. ⁷ They whisper together about what they will do when I am dead. ⁸ “It’s fatal, whatever it is,” they say. “He’ll never get out of that bed!”