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, Who did eat of my bread, Hath lifted up his heel against me.
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