Psalm 35:12–16

They repay me evil for good

and leave me like one bereaved.

Yet when they were ill, I put on sackcloth

and humbled myself with fasting.

When my prayers returned to me unanswered,

I went about mourning

as though for my friend or brother.

I bowed my head in grief

as though weeping for my mother.

But when I stumbled, they gathered in glee;

assailants gathered against me without my knowledge.

They slandered me without ceasing.

Like the ungodly they maliciously mocked;

they gnashed their teeth at me.

They repay me evil for good,

making me desolate.

Yet when they were sick,

my clothing was sackcloth;

I humbled myself with fasting,

and my prayer was genuine.

I went about mourning as if for my friend or brother;

I was bowed down with grief,

like one mourning for a mother.

But when I stumbled, they gathered in glee;

they gathered against me.

Assailants I did not know

tore at me and did not stop.

With godless mockery

they gnashed their teeth at me.

They repay me evil for good.

I am sick with despair.

Yet when they were ill, I grieved for them.

I denied myself by fasting for them,

but my prayers returned unanswered.

I was sad, as though they were my friends or family,

as if I were grieving for my own mother.

But they are glad now that I am in trouble;

they gleefully join together against me.

I am attacked by people I don’t even know;

they slander me constantly.

They mock me and call me names;

they snarl at me.

They repay me evil in place of good.

It is bereavement to my soul.

But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth.

I weakened my soul with fasting,

and my prayer returned to me unanswered.

I behaved as though he were a friend or as a brother to me.

As one lamenting a mother, I was bowed down in mourning.

But at my stumbling they rejoiced and gathered together;

smiters whom I did not know gathered against me.

They tore and did not cease.

Among the ungodly of the mockers at feasts,

they gnashed at me with their teeth.

They rewarded me evil for good

To the spoiling of my soul.

But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth:

I humbled my soul with fasting;

And my prayer returned into mine own bosom.

I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother:

I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.

But in mine adversity they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together:

Yea, the abjects gathered themselves together against me, and I knew it not;

They did tear me, and ceased not:

With hypocritical mockers in feasts,

They gnashed upon me with their teeth.