8 So let them fall into their own traps. Let them stumble into their own nets. Let some unknown danger catch them.
9 Then I will rejoice in the Lord. I will be happy when he saves me.
10 With my whole self I will say, “Lord, there is no one like you. You protect the poor from those who are stronger. You save the poor and helpless from those who try to rob them.”
11 There are witnesses trying to harm me. They ask me questions that I know nothing about.
12 They pay me back evil for the good I have done. They make me so very sad.
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.