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All who hate me whisper together about me;
Against me they devise my hurt [imagining the worst for me], saying,
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“A wicked thing is poured out upon him and holds him;
And when he lies down, he will not rise up again.”
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Even my own close friend in whom I trusted,
Who ate my bread,
Has lifted up his heel against me [betraying me].^(A)