ISV(i)
13 But when they were sick, I wore sackcloth, humbled myself with fasting, and prayed from my heart repeatedly for them.
14 I paced about as for my friend or my brother, and fell down mourning as one weeps for one’s mother.
15 But when I stumbled, they rejoiced and gathered together. They gathered together against me— attackers whom I did not know. They tore me apart and would not stop.