7All who hate me talk in whispers about my condition, hoping for the worst.
8“He's been cursed with some terrible disease,” they say. “Now he's bed-ridden he'll never recover!”
9Even my best friend, the one I trusted, who shared meals with me—even he has turned against me.
10But you Lord, please be gracious to me, make me well so I can repay them!
11I know you are pleased with me because you have not let my enemies win and shout in triumph over me.
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Psalms 41
Psalms 41:7-11