12  Those who seek my life ^clay their snares;

those who seek my hurt ^dspeak of ruin

and meditate ^etreachery all day long.

5  My enemies say of me in malice,

“When will he die, and his name perish?”

6  And when one comes to see me, ^jhe utters empty words,

while his heart gathers iniquity;

when he goes out, he tells it abroad.

7  All who hate me whisper together about me;

they imagine the worst for me.¹

8  They say, “A deadly thing is poured out² on him;

he will not rise again from where he lies.”