14. I went about as though it were my friend or brother; I bowed down mourning, as one who sorrows for a mother.
15. But at my stumbling they rejoiced and gathered themselves together; The smiters whom I did not know gathered together against me, They slandered me without ceasing.
16. Like godless jesters at a feast, They gnashed at me with their teeth.
17. Lord, how long will You look on? Rescue my soul from their ravages, My only life from the lions.
18. I will give You thanks in the great congregation; I will praise You among a mighty throng.