⁹ But I will rejoice in the Lord;
    I will celebrate his salvation.
¹⁰ All my bones will say, “Lord, who could compare to you?
    You rescue the weak from those who overpower them;
        you rescue the weak and the needy from those who plunder them.”

¹¹ Violent witnesses stand up.
    They question me about things I know nothing about.
¹² They pay me back evil for good,
    leaving me stricken with grief.
¹³ But when they were sick, I wore clothes for grieving,
    and I kept a strict fast.
When my prayer came back unanswered,^[a]
14 I would wander around like I was grieving a friend or a brother.
    I was weighed down, sad, like I was a mother in mourning.
¹⁵ But when I stumbled, they celebrated and gathered together—
    they gathered together against me!
    Strangers^[b] I didn’t know tore me to pieces and wouldn’t quit.
¹⁶ They ridiculed me over and over again,
    like godless people would do,
    grinding their teeth at me.