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Psalms 41:8

— An evil dis­ease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he li­eth he shall rise up no more.

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…7 All that hate me whis­per to­geth­er against me: against me do they de­vise my hurt.
8 An evil dis­ease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he li­eth he shall rise up no more.
9 Yea, mine own fa­mil­iar friend, in whom I trust­ed, which did eat of my bread, hath lift­ed up his heel against me.
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