Psalms 35:11-18

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.

17My Lord, how long will You look on? Rescue my soul from their ravages— my solitary existence from the lions.

18I praise You in the great assembly, acclaiming You among a throng of people.