7 Because for thy sake I have borne reproach; confusion hath covered my face.
8 I am become a stranger unto my brethren, and an alien unto my mother's sons;
9 For the zeal of thy house hath devoured me, and the reproaches of them that reproach thee have fallen upon me.
10 And I wept, my soul was fasting: that also was to my reproach; --
11 And I made sackcloth my garment: then I became a proverb to them.
12 They that sit in the gate talk of me, and I am the song of the drunkards.
13 But as for me, my prayer is unto thee, Jehovah, in an acceptable time: O God in the abundance of thy loving-kindness answer me, according to the truth of thy salvation: