Psalm 41:5-7

The Voice

⁵ My enemies are talking about me even now:
    “When will death come for him and his name be forgotten?”
⁶ As they sit with me under my roof, their well wishes are empty lies.
    They listen to my story
    and then turn it around to tell their own version on the street.
⁷ Across the city, crowds whisper lies about me.
    Their hate is strong, and they search for ways to harm me.