For I said, Lest they shall rejoice over me: in the wavering of my foot they magnified against me.
And in my halting they rejoiced, and they were gathered together: they smiting were gathered together against me, and I knew not; they rent asunder and ceased not:
My stripes became loathsome: they flowed from the face of my folly.
I was wearied with my sighing all the night I shall make my bed to swim with my tears; I shall make my couch to flow.
Lest mine enemy shall say, I prevailed against him; mine adversaries shall exult when I shall be moved.
Mine enemies shall not rejoice over me for falsehood: they hating me gratuitously shall pinch the eye.