CLV(i)
7 For on Your account I bear reproach; Mortification covers my face.
8 I have become an alien to my brothers And a foreigner to the sons of my mother.
9 For the zeal of Your House, it devours me, And the reproaches of those reproaching You, they fall on me."
10 When I lament by the fasting of my soul, It becomes a reproach against me;"
11 When I make my clothing of sackcloth, I become a proverb to them."
12 Those sitting in the gateway are mulling over me, And those drinking intoxicants make me the accompaniment of their songs."