Coverdale(i)
13 Neuertheles, when they were sick, I put on a sack cloth: I humbled my soule with fastinge, and my prayer turned in to myne owne bosome.
14 I behaued myself as though it had bene my frende or my brother, I wete heuely, as one yt mourneth for his mother.
15 But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.