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Psalms 41:7-9
7All that hate me whisper togetherH6908 against me;Against me do they devise my hurt.8An evilH7451 disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him;And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.9Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted,Who did eat of my bread,Hath lifted up his heel against me.
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