9. Then my soul will rejoice in Adonai and delight in His salvation.
10. All my bones will say: “Adonai, who is like You, rescuing the poor from one too strong for him, the poor and needy from one who robs him?”
11. Violent witnesses rise up. They question me about things I know nothing about.
12. They repay me evil for good— my soul is forlorn.
13. But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth. I afflicted my soul with fasting, my prayer kept returning to my heart.
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.