11 Unjust witnesses arose, and asked me of things I knew not. 12 They rewarded me evil for good, and bereavement to my soul. 13 But I, when they troubled me, put on sackcloth, and humbled my soul with fasting: and my prayer shall return to my own bosom. 14 I behaved agreeably towards them as if it had been our neighbour or brother: I humbled myself as one mourning and sad of countenance.