8A stranger I have been to my brother, And a foreigner to sons of my mother.
9For zeal for Thy house hath consumed me, And the reproaches of Thy reproachers Have fallen upon me.
10And I weep in the fasting of my soul, And it is for a reproach to me.
11And I make my clothing sackcloth, And I am to them for a simile.
12Those sitting at the gate meditate concerning me, And those drinking strong drink, Play on instruments.
13And I -- my prayer [is] to Thee, O Jehovah, A time of good pleasure, O God, In the abundance of Thy kindness, Answer me in the truth of Thy salvation.
14Deliver me from the mire, and let me not sink, Let me be delivered from those hating me, And from deep places of waters.
