Even my (A)close friend in whom I trusted,
    who (B)ate my bread, has lifted his heel against me.

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Even my own close friend in whom I trusted,
Who ate my bread,
Has lifted up his heel against me [betraying me].(A)

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8-9 The rumor goes out, “He’s got some dirty,
    deadly disease. The doctors
    have given up on him.”
Even my best friend, the one I always told everything
    —he ate meals at my house all the time!—
    has bitten my hand.

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Even my best friend, the one I trusted completely,
    the one who shared my food, has turned against me.

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