¹³ But when they were sick, I put on clothes made from hair. With no pride in my soul, I would not eat. And I prayed with my head on my chest. ¹⁴ I went about as if it were my friend or brother. I put my head down in sorrow, like one crying for his mother. ¹⁵ But when I would fall, they would gather together in joy. Those who say things to hurt people would gather against me. I did not know them. They spoke against me without stopping.