3My feet are deep in the soft earth, where there is no support; I have come into deep waters, the waves are flowing over me.
4I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
5Those who have hate for me without cause are greater in number than the hairs of my head; those who are against me, falsely desiring my destruction, are very strong; I gave back what I had not taken away.
6O God, you see how foolish I am; and my wrongdoing is clear to you.
7Let not those who have hope in you be put to shame because of me, O Lord God of armies: let not those who are waiting for you be made low because of me, O God of Israel.
8I have been wounded with sharp words because of you; my face has been covered with shame.
9I have become strange to my brothers, and like a man from a far country to my mother's children.
