YLT(i)
13 And I—in their sickness my clothing is sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth.
14 As if a friend, as if my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.
15 And—in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;