14. I went about mourning as though for my own friend or brother. I bowed down dressed in black as though for my own mother.
15. But at my stumbling they gathered in glee. Wretches gathered against me whom I did not know, tearing at me without ceasing.
16. They mocked profanely, as if at a feast, they gnashed at me with their teeth.
17. My Lord, how long will You look on? Rescue my soul from their ravages— my solitary existence from the lions.
18. I praise You in the great assembly, acclaiming You among a throng of people.
19. Do not let my deceitful enemies gloat over me without cause, nor let those who hate me for nothing wink an eye.