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- And when he comes to see me, he speaks falsehood; His heart gathers wickedness to itself; When he goes outside, he tells it.
- All who hate me whisper together against me; Against me they devise my hurt, saying,
- "A wicked thing is poured out upon him, That when he lies down, he will not rise up again."
- Even my close friend in whom I trusted, Who ate my bread, Has lifted up his heel against me.
- But You, O LORD, be gracious to me and raise me up, That I may repay them.
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