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8 »A wicked thing is poured out upon him, that when he lies down, he will not rise up again.«
9 Even my close friend in whom I trusted, who ate my bread, has lifted up his heel against me.
10 Be gracious to me and raise me up, O Jehovah, that I may repay them.
11 By this I know that you are pleased with me, because my enemy does not shout in triumph over me.