10. All my bones shall say, Jehovah, who is like unto thee, Who deliverest the poor from him that is too strong for him, Yea, the poor and the needy from him that robbeth him?
11. Unrighteous witnesses rise up; They ask me of things that I know not.
12. They reward 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 my prayer returned into mine own bosom.