7 Because for Your sake I have borne reproach; Dishonor has covered my face.
8 I have become estranged from my brothers And 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 in my soul with fasting, It became my reproach.
11 When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.
12 Those who sit in the gate talk about me, And I am the song of the drunkards.
13 But as for me, my prayer is to You, O Lord, at an acceptable time; O God, in the greatness of Your lovingkindness, Answer me with Your saving truth.