3 I am weary with my crying.My throat is dry.My eyes fail, looking for my God.
4 Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head.Those who want to cut me off, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty.I have to restore what I didn’t take away.
5 God, you know my foolishness.My sins aren’t hidden from you.
6 Don’t let those who wait for you be shamed through me, Lord GOD of Hosts.Don’t let those who seek you be brought to dishonour through me, God of Israel.
7 Because for your sake, I have borne reproach.Shame has covered my face.
8 I have become a stranger to my brothers,an alien to my mother’s children.
9 For the zeal of your house consumes me.The reproaches of those who reproach you have fallen on me.