12 They repay me evil for good;my soul is desolate.
13 Yet I, when they were ill, put on sackcloth,afflicted myself with fasting,sobbed my prayers upon my bosom.
14 I went about in grief as for my brother,bent in mourning as for my mother.
15 Yet when I stumbled they gathered with glee,gathered against me and I did not know it.They slandered me without ceasing;
16 without respect they mocked me,gnashed their teeth against me.
17 O Lord, how long will you look on?Restore my soul from their destruction,my very life from lions!
18 Then I will thank you in the great assembly;I will praise you before the mighty throng.