12 They pay me back evil for good,and I sink in despair.
13 But when they were sick, I dressed in mourning;I deprived myself of food;I prayed with my head bowed low,
14 as I would pray for a friend or a brother.I went around bent over in mourning,as one who mourns for his mother.
15 But when I was in trouble, they were all gladand gathered around to make fun of 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.