4 More in number than the hairs of my headare those who hate me without cause;mighty are those who would destroy me, those who attack me with lies.What I did not stealmust I now restore?
5 O God, you know my folly;the wrongs I have done are not hidden from you.
6 Let not those who hope in you be put to shame through me,O Lord God of hosts;let not those who seek you be brought to dishonor through me,O God of Israel.
7 For it is for your sake that I have borne reproach,that dishonor has covered my face.
8 I have become a stranger to my brothers,an alien to my mother’s sons.
9 For zeal for your house has consumed me,and the reproaches of those who reproach you have fallen on me.
10 When I wept and humbled my soul with fasting,it became my reproach.