12 They reward me evil for good,To the sorrow of my soul.
13 But as for me, when they were sick,My clothing was sackcloth;I humbled myself with fasting;And my prayer would return to my own heart.
14 I paced about as though he were my friend or brother;I bowed down heavily, as one who mourns for his mother.
15 But in my adversity they rejoicedAnd gathered together;Attackers gathered against me,And I did not know it;They tore at me and did not cease;
16 With ungodly mockers at feastsThey gnashed at me with their teeth.
17 Lord, how long will You look on?Rescue me from their destructions,My precious life from the lions.
18 I will give You thanks in the great assembly;I will praise You among many people.