Psalms 35:11-16

11Violent witnesses rise up. They question me about things I know nothing about.

12They repay me evil for good— my soul is forlorn.

13But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth. I afflicted my soul with fasting, my prayer kept returning to my heart.

14I went about mourning as though for my own friend or brother. I bowed down dressed in black as though for my own mother.

15But at my stumbling they gathered in glee. Wretches gathered against me whom I did not know, tearing at me without ceasing.

16They mocked profanely, as if at a feast, they gnashed at me with their teeth.