7 For I endure scorn for your sake,
and shame covers my face. |
8 I am a stranger to my brothers,
an alien to my own mother's sons; |
9 for zeal for your house consumes me,
and the insults of those who insult you fall on me. |
10 When I weep and fast,
I must endure scorn; |
11 when I put on sackcloth,
people make sport of me. |
12 Those who sit at the gate mock me,
and I am the song of the drunkards. |