6 Don’t let those who look to you in hopeBe discouraged by what happens to me,Dear Lord! God of the armies!Don’t let those out looking for youCome to a dead end by following me—Please, dear God of Israel!
7 Because of you I look like an idiot,I walk around ashamed to show my face.
8 My brothers shun me like a bum off the street;My family treats me like an unwanted guest.
9 I love you more than I can say.Because I’m madly in love with you,They blame me for everything they dislike about you.
10 When I poured myself out in prayer and fasting,All it got me was more contempt.
11 When I put on a sad face,They treated me like a clown.
12 Now drunks and gluttonsMake up drinking songs about me.