American Standard Version
"All that hate me whisper together against me; Against me do they devise my hurt. "
— Psalms 41:7, American Standard Version
“All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.”
“All who hate me whisper together against me. They imagine the worst for me.”
“All who hate me whisper insults about me to one another; they plan ways to harm me.”
“And my God. My soul is troubled within my self: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little hill.”
“All my haters are talking secretly together against me; they are designing my downfall.”
“All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.”
I said, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me: Heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
Mine enemies speak evil against me, saying, When will he die, and his name perish?
And if he come to see me, he speaketh falsehood; His heart gathereth iniquity to itself: When he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
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.
But thou, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me, and raise me up, That I may requite them.