10 All my bones will say,“Lord, who is like You,who delivers the poor from a stronger one,the poor and the needy from the one who robs them?”
11 Witnesses intent on violence rose up;they accused me of things I knew nothing about.
12 They rewarded me evil for good,the bereavement of my soul.
13 But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth;I humbled my soul with fasting;and my prayer returns to my own heart.
14 I paced as though he were my friend or brother;I bowed down lamenting,as one who mourns for a mother.
15 But in my adversity they rejoiced and gathered together;assailants gathered together against me, though I was unaware;they tore me apart and did not stop;
16 with hypocritical mockers in feasts,they gnashed on me with their teeth.