Salmos 41

Si quelqu’un vient me voir, il prend un langage faux, Il recueille des sujets de médire; Il s’en va, et il parle au-dehors.

Reunidos murmuraban contra mí todos los que me aborrecían: contra mí pensaban mal, diciendo de mí:

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.