¹² They give me back evil in place of good
    and leave my soul in sorrow.
¹³ Yet, when they were ill, I put on sackcloth^[a]
    and afflicted myself with fasting,
    while I poured forth prayers from my heart.
¹⁴ I went about as though in grief,
    as though for a friend or brother.
I bowed down in sorrow
    as though lamenting for a mother.