11 (A)Malicious witnesses rise up;
They ask me of things that I do not know.
12 They (B)repay me evil for good,
To the bereavement of my soul.
13 But as for me, (C)when they were sick, my (D)clothing was sackcloth;
I (E)humbled my soul with fasting,
And my (F)prayer kept returning to my bosom.

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