8 Let disaster come to them when they don’t suspect it.Let the net they hid catch them instead!Let them fall into it—to their disaster!
9 But I will rejoice in the Lord;I will celebrate his salvation.
10 All my bones will say, "Lord, who could compare to you?You rescue the weak from those who overpower them;you rescue the weak and the needy from those who plunder them."
11 Violent witnesses stand up.They question me about things I know nothing about.
12 They pay me back evil for good,leaving me stricken with grief.
13 But when they were sick, I wore clothes for grieving,and I kept a strict fast.When my prayer came back unanswered,
14 I would wander around like I was grieving a friend or a brother.I was weighed down, sad, like I was a mother in mourning.