4  bMore in number than the hairs of my head

are cthose who hate me dwithout cause;

mighty are those who would destroy me,

ethose who attack me with lies.

What I did not steal

must I now restore?

5  O God, you know my folly;

the wrongs I have done are not hidden from you.

6  Let not those who hope in you fbe put to shame through me,

O Lord God of hosts;

let not those who seek you be brought to dishonor through me,

O God of Israel.

7  For it is gfor your sake that I have borne reproach,

that dishonor has covered my face.

8  I have become ha stranger to my brothers,

an alien to my mother’s sons.

9  For izeal for your house has consumed me,

and jthe reproaches of those who reproach you have fallen on me.

10  When I wept and humbled2 my soul with fasting,

it became my reproach.

11  When I made ksackcloth my clothing,

I became la byword to them.

12  I am the talk of those who msit in the gate,

and the drunkards make nsongs about me.