Psalm 35:14-16

The Voice

¹⁴ So I mourned more deeply as if I grieved for my brother or friend;
    I went around bowed down by sorrow, dressed in black,
    as if I were weeping for my mother.
¹⁵ But when I stumbled, they gathered together
    and celebrated my fall with joy;
People attacked me when I wasn’t expecting it;
    they slandered me with no end.
¹⁶ Like godless mockers at a festival,^[a]
    their words tore at me.