Все ненавидящие меня шепчут между собою против меня, замышляют на меня зло:
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“A vile disease has afflicted him; he will never get up from the place where he lies.”
They say, “A deadly thing is poured oute on him; he will not rise again from where he lies.”
“A wicked thing is poured out upon him, That when he lies down, he will not rise up again.”
“He has some fatal disease,” they say. “He will never get out of that bed!”
An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
“An[e] evil disease,” they say, “clings to him. And now that he lies down, he will rise up no more.”
A thing of Belial cleaveth fast unto him; and now that he is laid down, he will rise up no more.