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[a]An evil disease, say they, [b]cleaveth fast unto him;
And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted,
Who did eat of my bread,
Hath lifted up his heel against me.
10 But thou, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me, and raise me up,
That I may requite them.

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  1. Psalm 41:8 Or, Some wicked thing
  2. Psalm 41:8 Or, is poured out upon him