Psalmen
Psalm 41 vers 3
My enemies, with hatred fierce and grim,
all whisper in disdain,
“Some deadly sickness has its grip on him;
he will not rise again.”
One of my dearest friends, who had my trust,
with whom I shared my bread,
lifts up his heel against me, like the rest,
and wishes I were dead.
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Psalm 41 en jij