9 My soul in God shall joy; and gladin his salvation be:
10 And all my bones shall say, O Lord,who is like unto thee,Which dost the poor set free from himthat is for him too strong;The poor and needy from the manthat spoils and does him wrong?
11 False witnesses rose; to my chargethings I not knew they laid.
12 They, to the spoiling of my soul,me ill for good repaid.
13 But as for me, when they were sick,in sackcloth sad I mourn'd:My humbled soul did fast, my pray'rinto my bosom turn'd.
14 Myself I did behave as hehad been my friend or brother;I heavily bow'd down, as onethat mourneth for his mother.
15 But in my trouble they rejoic'd,gath'ring themselves together;Yea, abjects vile together didthemselves against me gather:I knew it not; they did me tear,and quiet would not be.