9
For the zeal of thine house hath eaten me up; and the reproaches of them that reproached thee are fallen upon me.
10
When I wept, and chastened my soul with fasting, that was to my reproach.
11
I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them.
12
They that sit in the gate speak against me; and I was the song of the drunkards.
