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.