All who hate me whisper together against me;
Against me they [a]devise my hurt.
“An[b] evil disease,” they say, “clings to him.
And now that he lies down, he will rise up no more.”
(A)Even my own familiar friend in whom I trusted,
(B)Who ate my bread,
Has [c]lifted up his heel against me.

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  1. Psalm 41:7 plot
  2. Psalm 41:8 Lit. A thing of Belial
  3. Psalm 41:9 Acted as a traitor

All who hate me whisper together about me;
    they imagine the worst for me.[a]

They say, “A deadly thing is poured out[b] on him;
    he will not rise again from where he lies.”
Even my (A)close friend in whom I trusted,
    who (B)ate my bread, has lifted his heel against me.

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  1. Psalm 41:7 Or they devise evil against me
  2. Psalm 41:8 Or has fastened