3 I am tired of crying.My throat is hoarse.My eyes are exhausted with waiting for my God.
4 More numerous than the hairs on my headare those who hate me for no reason.My treacherous enemies,those who would destroy me, are countless.Must I now give backwhat I didn’t steal in the first place?
5 God, you know my foolishness;my wrongdoings aren’t hidden from you.
6 Lord God of heavenly forces!—don’t let those who hope in yoube put to shame because of me.God of Israel!—don’t let those who seek yoube disgraced because of me.
7 I am insulted because of you.Shame covers my face.
8 I have become a stranger to my own brothers,an immigrant to my mother’s children.
9 Because passion for your house has consumed me,the insults of those who insult you have fallen on me!