Psalm 41:7–8

7 All my enemies whisper together against me;

they imagine the worst for me, saying,

8 “A vile disease has afflicted him;

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

7 All who hate me whisper together about me;

they imagine the worst for me.

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

he will not rise again from where he lies.”

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.

7 All who hate me whisper together against me;

Against me they devise my hurt.

8 “An evil disease,” they say, “clings to him.

And now that he lies down, he will rise up no more.”

7 All my enemies whisper about me

and think the worst about me.

8 They say, “He has a terrible disease.

He will never get out of bed again.”

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.

7 All that hate me whisper together against me; against me do they devise my hurt. 8 A thing of Belial cleaveth fast unto him; and now that he is laid down, he will rise up no more.

7 Everyone who hates me whispers about me. 

They think evil things about me and say, 

8 “A devilish disease has attached itself to him. 

He will never leave his sickbed.” 

7 All who hate me whisper together about me;

they plan to harm me.

8 “Lethal poison has been poured into him,

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

7 All who hate me whisper together about me;

they imagine the worst for me.

8 They think that a deadly thing has fastened on me,

that I will not rise again from where I lie.

7 All who hate me speak together against me.

Against me they assume the worst for me:

8 “A ruinous thing is poured out on him,

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

7 All of my enemies whisper to each other about me.

They want something terrible to happen to me.

8 They say, “He is sick and will die very soon.

He will never get up from his bed again.”

7 All who hate me whisper together against me;

Against me they devise my hurt, saying,

8 “A wicked thing is poured out upon him,

That when he lies down, he will not rise up again.”