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13 But when they were sick, I dressed in sackcloth.
I afflicted myself with fasting.
My prayers returned unanswered.[a]
14 I walked around mourning,
    as if mourning for a friend or for my brother.
I bowed down, dirty with ashes,[b]
    as though mourning for my mother.
15 But when I stumbled, they were happy.
They gathered together.
Yes, attackers gathered together against me
    though I did not expect it.
They ripped me and were never quiet.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 35:13 Or I prayed with a bowed head. Literally my prayer returned to my lap.
  2. Psalm 35:14 Literally dark