8. I am a foreigner to my own family, a stranger to my own mother’s children;
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.
13. But I pray to you, Lord, in the time of your favor; in your great love, O God, answer me with your sure salvation.