12. They pay me back evil for good,and I sink in despair.
13. But when they were sick, I dressed in mourning;I deprived myself of food;I prayed with my head bowed low,
14. as I would pray for a friend or a brother.I went about bent over in mourning,as one who mourns for his mother.
15. But when I was in trouble, they were all gladand gathered round to mock me;strangers beat meand kept striking me.
16. Like those who would mock a cripple,they glared at me with hate.