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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