8 I have become a stranger to my brothers,And an alien to my mother’s children;
9 Because zeal for Your house has eaten me up,And the reproaches of those who reproach You have fallen on me.
10 When I wept and chastened my soul with fasting,That became my reproach.
11 I also made sackcloth my garment;I became a byword to them.
12 Those who sit in the gate speak against me,And I am the song of the drunkards.
13 But as for me, my prayer is to You,O Lord, in the acceptable time;O God, in the multitude of Your mercy,Hear me in the truth of Your salvation.
14 Deliver me out of the mire,And let me not sink;Let me be delivered from those who hate me,And out of the deep waters.