8I am become a stranger unto my brethren, And an alien unto my mother`s children.
9For the zeal of thy house hath eaten me up; And the reproaches of them that reproach thee are fallen upon me.
10When I wept, [and chastened] my soul with fasting, That was to my reproach.
11When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword unto them.
12They that sit in the gate talk of me; And [I am] the song of the drunkards.
13But as for me, my prayer is unto thee, O Jehovah, in an acceptable time: O God, in the abundance of thy lovingkindness, Answer me in the truth of thy salvation.
14Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: Let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.
