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The wound of a trusted friend
For it was not an enemy who insulted me, Then I could have endured it. Neither was it he who hated me who raised himself up against me, Then I would have hid myself from him.
But it was you, a man like me, My companion, and my familiar friend.
We took sweet fellowship together. We walked in God’s house with the throng.