Psalm 35:11-14

False witnesses rose rise up. They laid to my charge things I did not know.
They rewarded me evil for good, spoiling my soul.

But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I humbled my soul with fasting and my prayer returned into my own bosom.

I behaved myself as though they had been my friend or brother. I bowed down heavily, as one that mourns for his mother.

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