14 as I would pray for a friend or a brother.I went about bent over in mourning,as one who mourns for his mother.
15 But when I was in trouble, they were all gladand gathered round to mock me;strangers beat meand kept striking me.
16 Like those who would mock a cripple,they glared at me with hate.
17 How much longer, Lord, will you just look on?Rescue me from their attacks;save my life from these lions!
18 Then I will thank you in the assembly of your people;I will praise you before them all.
19 Don't let my enemies, those liars,gloat over my defeat.Don't let those who hate me for no reasonsmirk with delight over my sorrow.
20 They do not speak in a friendly way;instead they invent all kinds of lies about peace-loving people.