^{7 Ref} Because for your sake, I have borne reproach. Shame has covered my face.

^{8 Ref} I have become a stranger to my brothers, An alien to my mother's children.

^{9 Ref} For the zeal of your house consumes me. The reproaches of those who reproach you have fallen on me.

^{10 Ref} When I wept and I fasted, That was to my reproach.

^{11 Ref} When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.

^{12 Ref} Those who sit in the gate talk about me. I am the song of the drunkards.