12They reward me evil for good, [To] the bereaving of my soul.
13But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I afflicted my soul with fasting; And my prayer returned into mine own bosom.
14I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother: I bowed down mourning, as one that bewaileth his mother.
15But in mine adversity they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together: The abjects gathered themselves together against me, and I knew [it] not; They did tear me, and ceased not:
16Like the profane mockers in feasts, They gnashed upon me with their teeth.
17Lord, how long wilt thou look on? Rescue my soul from their destructions, My darling from the lions.
18I will give thee thanks in the great assembly: I will praise thee among much people.
