12. They, to the spoiling of my soul,me ill for good repaid.
13. But as for me, when they were sick,in sackcloth sad I mourn'd:My humbled soul did fast, my pray'rinto my bosom turn'd.
14. Myself I did behave as hehad been my friend or brother;I heavily bow'd down, as onethat mourneth for his mother.
15. But in my trouble they rejoic'd,gath'ring themselves together;Yea, abjects vile together didthemselves against me gather:I knew it not; they did me tear,and quiet would not be.
16. With mocking hypocrites, at feaststhey gnash'd their teeth at me.