¹ Oppose my opponents, Lord;
fight those who fight me.^(A)
2 Take your shields—large and small—
and come to my aid.^(B)
3 Draw the spear and javelin against my pursuers,
and assure me, “I am your deliverance.”^(C)

¹³ Yet when they were sick,
my clothing was sackcloth;
I humbled myself with fasting,
and my prayer was genuine.^[a](A)
14 I went about mourning as if for my friend or brother;
I was bowed down with grief,
like one mourning for a mother.^(B)
15 But when I stumbled, they gathered in glee;
they gathered against me.
Assailants I did not know
tore at me and did not stop.^(C)
16 With godless mockery^[b]
they gnashed their teeth at me.^(D)