All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.
Ver. 7. All that hate me, whisper together against me] Heb. Mussitant, they mutter, as charmers use to do. These whisperers are dangerous fellows, Romans 1:29, like the wind that creepeth in by chinks in a wall or cracks in a window. A vento percolato, et iuimico reconciliato, libera nos, Domine, saith the Italian.
Against me do they devise] Cogitant quasi coagitant.