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Psalm 41:7–9

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7All who hate me whisper to each other about me,

they imagine the worst aboutr me.

8They say, “He is fatally ill;

he will never leave his bed again.”

9*Even my best friend,

the one I trusted most, the one who shared my food,

has turned against me.

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Footnotes

  1. rimagine the worst about; or make evil plans to harm.

Cross references

  1. *41.9: Mt 26:23; Mk 14:18; Lk 22:21; Jn 13:18

In other versions

ESVEnglish Standard Version

All who hate me whisper together about me;

they imagine the worst for me.

They say, “A deadly thing is poured out on him;

he will not rise again from where he lies.”

Even my close friend in whom I trusted,

who ate my bread, has lifted his heel against me.

NIVNew International Version (2011)

All my enemies whisper together against me;

they imagine the worst for me, saying,

“A vile disease has afflicted him;

he will never get up from the place where he lies.”

Even my close friend,

someone I trusted,

one who shared my bread,

has turned against me.

CSBChristian Standard Bible

All who hate me whisper together about me;

they plan to harm me.

“Something awful has overwhelmed him,

and he won’t rise again from where he lies!”

Even my friend in whom I trusted,

one who ate my bread,

has raised his heel against me.

NLTNew Living Translation

All who hate me whisper about me,

imagining the worst.

“He has some fatal disease,” they say.

“He will never get out of that bed!”

Even my best friend, the one I trusted completely,

the one who shared my food, has turned against me.

LEBThe Lexham English Bible

All who hate me speak together against me.

Against me they assume the worst for me:

“A ruinous thing is poured out on him,

and now that he lies down, he will not rise up again.”

Even my close friend, whom I trusted,

who ate my bread,

has lifted his heel against me.

KJV 1900King James Version

All that hate me whisper together against me:

Against me do they devise my hurt.

An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him:

And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.

Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted,

Which did eat of my bread,

Hath lifted up his heel against me.