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All who hate me whisper together against me;
Against me, they (A)devise for me [a]calamity, saying,
“A vile thing is poured out [b]upon him,
That when he lies down, he will (B)not rise up again.”
Even my (C)close friend in whom I trusted,
Who ate my bread,
Has lifted up his heel against me.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 41:7 Lit evil
  2. Psalm 41:8 Or within