Psalms 35:11

Let destruction come on him unawares.

Let his net that he has hidden catch himself.

Let him fall into that destruction.

My soul shall be joyful in the LORD.

It shall rejoice in his salvation.

All my bones shall say, “LORD, who is like you,

who delivers the poor from him who is too strong for him;

yes, the poor and the needy from him who robs him?”

They reward me evil for good,

to the bereaving of my soul.

But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth.

I afflicted my soul with fasting.

My prayer returned into my own bosom.

I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother.

I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns his mother.