⁴ They turn the needy out of the way: the poor of the earth hide themselves together.

¹³ But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I humbled my soul with fasting; and my prayer returned into mine own bosom.

¹⁴ I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.

¹⁵ Rejoice with them that do rejoice, and weep with them that weep.