9 Because the zeal did eat me up,which to thine house I bear;And the reproaches cast at thee,upon me fallen are.
10 My tears and fasts, t' afflict my soul,were turned to my shame.
11 When sackcloth I did wear, to thema proverb I became.
12 The men that in the gate do sitagainst me evil spake;They also that vile drunkards wereof me their song did make.
13 But, in an acceptable time,my pray'r, Lord, is to thee:In truth of thy salvation, Lord,and mercy great, hear me.
14 Deliver me out of the mire,from sinking do me keep;Free me from those that do me hate,and from the waters deep.
15 Let not the flood on me prevail,whose water overflows;Nor deep me swallow, nor the pither mouth upon me close.