New King James Version
11 Fierce witnesses rise up;
They ask me things that I do not know.
12 (A)They reward me evil for good,
To the sorrow of my soul.
13 But as for me, (B)when they were sick,
My clothing was sackcloth;
I humbled myself with fasting;
And my prayer would return to my own [a]heart.
14 I paced about as though he were my friend or brother;
I bowed down [b]heavily, as one who mourns for his mother.