11. When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword (an object of scorn) to them.
12. They who sit in [the city's] gate talk about me, and I am the song of the drunkards.
13. But as for me, my prayer is to You, O Lord. At an acceptable and opportune time, O God, in the multitude of Your mercy and the abundance of Your loving-kindness hear me, and in the truth and faithfulness of Your salvation answer me.
14. Rescue me out of the mire, and let me not sink; let me be delivered from those who hate me and from out of the deep waters.