11. Violent witnesses rise up, they charge me with things which I know not. 12. They render me evil for good, to the bereaving
of my soul. 13. But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I afflicted my soul with fasting; and have poured my prayer
into my own bosom. 14. I behaved myself towards him as if he had been my friend and brother: I humbled myself as one that mourneth heavily for his
mother. 15. But they rejoiced
at my halting, they gathered themselves together; yea, even the abjects whom I knew not gathered themselves against
me: they have torn me with their lips, and have not ceased.