13 When they were sick, I was sad and wore sackcloth. I went without eating to show my sorrow. (May my prayers for them not be answered!)
14 I mourned for them as I would for a friend or a brother. I bowed low with sadness, crying as I would for my own mother.
15 But when I had troubles, they laughed at me. They were not really friends. I was surrounded and attacked by people I didn’t even know.
16 They made fun of me, using the worst language. They ground their teeth to show their anger.
17 My Lord, how long will you watch this happen? Save my life from these people who are attacking me like lions and trying to destroy me.
18 I will praise you in the great assembly. I will praise you there among the crowds.
19 Don’t let my lying enemies keep on laughing at me. They have no reason to hate me. Surely they will be punished for their secret plans.