12 They pay me evil for good, bereaving my soul,
13 And I -- in their sickness my clothing 'is' sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth.
14 As 'if' a friend, as 'if' my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.
15 And -- in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;
16 With profane ones, mockers in feasts, Gnashing against me their teeth.
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