3 I have sunk into the mire of the deep,where there is no foothold.I have gone down to the watery depths;the flood overwhelms me.
4 I am weary with crying out;my throat is parched.My eyes fail,from looking for my God.
5 More numerous than the hairs of my headare those who hate me without cause.Those who would destroy me are mighty,my enemies without reason.Must I now restorewhat I did not steal?
6 God, you know my folly;my faults are not hidden from you.
7 Let those who wait in hope for you, Lord of hosts,not be shamed because of me.Let those who seek you, God of Israel,not be disgraced because of me.
8 For it is on your account I bear insult,that disgrace covers my face.
9 I have become an outcast to my kindred,a stranger to my mother’s children.