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.
15 But aat my stumbling they were glad and gathered themselves together;
The bsmiters whom I did not know gathered together against me,
They ctore at me and never were silent.