UKJV(i)
7 Because for your sake I have borne reproach; shame has covered my face.
8 I am become a stranger unto my brethren, and an foreigner unto my mother's children.
9 For the zeal of your house has eaten me up; and the reproaches of them that reproached you 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.