11There rise up witnesses of violence; concerning what I know not they question me.
12They recompense me with evil in place of good, bringing bereavement on my soul.
13But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I afflicted with fasting my soul, and my prayer returned into my own bosom.
14As though he had been to me a friend or a brother did I walk about: as one that mourneth for a mother did I sorrowfully bend down my head.
15But in my downfall they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together; there gathered themselves together against me abject wretches, whom I knew not; they did tear me, and ceased not:
16With hypocritical babbling mockers, they gnashed upon me with their teeth.
17O Lord, how long wilt thou look on? rescue my soul from their destructions, from the young lions my solitary spirit.
18I will thank thee in the great assembly: among a mighty people will I praise thee.