12 They arepay me evil for good,
It is bereavement to my soul.
13 But as for me, awhen they were sick, my bclothing was sackcloth;
I chumbled my soul with fasting,
And my dprayer kept returning to my bosom.
14 I walked about as though it were my friend or brother;
I abowed down mourning, as one who sorrows for a mother.