11. Unrighteous witnesses rise up. They ask me about things that I don’t know about.
12. They reward me evil for good, to the bereaving of my soul.
13. But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth. I afflicted my soul with fasting. My prayer returned into my own bosom.
14. I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother. I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns his mother.
15. But in my adversity, they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together. The attackers gathered themselves together against me, and I didn’t know it. They tore at me, and didn’t cease.
16. Like the profane mockers in feasts, they gnashed their teeth at me.