11. Unrighteous witnesses rise up; they lay to my charge things which I know not.
12. They reward me evil for good, to the bereavement of my soul.
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.