Ruthless witnesses1 come forward; they question me on things I know nothing about.
They repay me evil for good2 and leave my soul forlorn.
Yet when they were ill, I put on sackcloth3 and humbled myself with fasting.4 When my prayers returned to me unanswered,
I went about mourning5 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;6 attackers gathered against me when I was unaware. They slandered7 me without ceasing.
Like the ungodly they maliciously mockeda;8 they gnashed their teeth9 at me.