13. But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth; I chastened my soul with fasting, and my prayer returned into mine own bosom:
14. I behaved myself as though he had been a friend, a brother to me; I bowed down in sadness, as one that mourneth for a mother.
15. But at my halting they rejoiced, and gathered together: the slanderers gathered themselves together against me, and I knew it not; they did tear me, and ceased not:
16. With profane jesters for bread, they have gnashed their teeth against me.
17. Lord, how long wilt thou look on? Rescue my soul from their destructions, my only one from the young lions.
18. I will give thee thanks in the great congregation; I will praise thee among much people.
19. Let not them that are wrongfully mine enemies rejoice over me; let them not wink with the eye that hate me without cause.
20. For they speak not peace; and they devise deceitful words against the quiet in the land.