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Psalm 35:11-12

11-12Hostile accusers appear out of nowhere,

they stand up and badger me.

They pay me back misery for mercy,

leaving my soul empty.

13-14When they were sick, I dressed in black;

instead of eating, I prayed.

My prayers were like lead in my gut,

like I'd lost my best friend, my brother.

I paced, distraught as a motherless child,

hunched and heavyhearted.