3I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
4They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head: They that would cut me off, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: That which I took not away I have to restore.
5O God, thou knowest my foolishness; And my sins are not hid from thee.
6Let not them that wait for thee be put to shame through me, O Lord Jehovah of hosts: Let not those that seek thee be brought to dishonor through me, O God of Israel.
7Because for thy sake I have borne reproach; Shame hath covered my face.
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.
