8I have become a stranger to my brothers, An alien to my mother`s children.
9For the zeal of your house consumes me. The reproaches of those who reproach you have fallen on me.
10When I wept and I fasted, That was to my reproach.
11When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.
12Those who sit in the gate talk about me. I am the song of the drunkards.
13But as for me, my prayer is to you, Yahweh, in an acceptable time. God, in the abundance of your lovingkindness, answer me in the truth of your salvation.
14Deliver me out of the mire, and don`t let me sink. Let me be delivered from those who hate me, and out of the deep waters.
