The Complaint: Betrayal by False Witnesses

Psalms 35:11-18

Unrighteous witnesses rise up; They ask me of things that I know not.

They reward me evil for good, Tothe bereaving of my soul.

But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I afflicted my soul with fasting; And my prayer returned into mine own bosom.

I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother: I bowed down mourning, as one that bewaileth his mother.

But in mine adversity they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together: The abjects gathered themselves together against me, and I knew it not; They did tear me, and ceased not:

Like the profane mockers in feasts, They gnashed upon me with their teeth.

Lord, how long wilt thou look on? Rescue my soul from their destructions, My darling from the lions.

I will give thee thanks in the great assembly: I will praise thee among much people.

The Complaint: Betrayal by False Witnesses

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