7 For Thy sake have I borne reproach; Confusion has covered my face. 8 I have become a stranger to my brothers, And an alien to my mother's sons. 9 For zeal for Thine house has consumed me, And the reproaches of those that reproach Thee have fallen upon me. 10 And I wept, in fasting my soul [wept]; And that became [matter of] reproaches to me. 11 Also I made sackcloth my clothing; And I became to them a proverb. 12 They who sit at the gate talk of me, And the songs of the quaffers of strong drink [are about me]. 13 But as for me, my prayer is unto Thee, Jehovah, in a time of favour, O God, in the greatness of Thy loving-kindness, Answer me in the troth of Thy salvation. 14 Deliver me from [the] mire, that I sink not, Rescue me from those who hate me, and from depths of waters. 15 Let not the flood of waters overwhelm me, And let not the abyss swallow me, And let not [the] pit close her mouth over me. 16 Answer me, Jehovah; for Thy loving-kindness is good: In the multitude of Thy compassions turn toward me. 17 And hide not Thy face from Thy servant, For I am in straits; answer me speedily. 18 Draw near to my soul, redeem it, Because of my enemies set me free. 19 Thou, Thou knowest my reproach, and my shame, and my confusion. Before Thee are all my adversaries. 20 Reproach has broken my heart; and I am sick unto death, And I looked for pitying, and there was none, And for comforters, and found none. 21 But they gave me gall for my food, And for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink. 22 Let their table become before them a snare, And to them in their peacefulness, [let it become] a trap. 23 Darkened be their eyes, that they see not, And make their loins continually to quake. 24 Pour out upon them Thine indignation, And let the glow of Thy wrath overtake them. 25 May their encampment be desolate! In their tents may there be no dweller! 26 For him whom Thou, Thou hast smitten, they persecute, And they tell of the pain of Thy wounded ones. 27 Add iniquity to their iniquity, And let them not come into Thy righteousness. 28 Let them be blotted out of the book of the living, And let them not be inscribed with the righteous. 29 But as for me, I am afflicted and pained, Let Thy salvation, O God, set me on high. 30 I will praise the name of God in a song, And I will magnify it with thanksgiving. 31 And it shall please Jehovah more than an ox, A bullock horned and hoofed.