Psalm 41:7-9

New American Standard Bible 1995

⁷ All who hate me whisper together against me;
Against me they ^(A)devise my hurt, saying,
⁸ “A wicked thing is poured out ^[a]upon him,
That when he lies down, he will ^(B)not rise up again.”
⁹ Even my ^(C)close friend in whom I trusted,
Who ate my bread,
Has lifted up his heel against me.