I am worn out calling for help;1 my throat is parched. My eyes fail,2 looking for my God.
Those who hate me3 without reason4 outnumber the hairs of my head; many are my enemies without cause,5 those who seek to destroy me.6 I am forced to restore what I did not steal.
You know my folly,7 O God; my guilt is not hidden from you.86
May those who hope in you not be disgraced because of me, O Lord, the LORD Almighty; may those who seek you not be put to shame because of me, O God of Israel.
For I endure scorn9 for your sake,10 and shame covers my face.118
I am a stranger to my brothers, an alien to my own mother's sons;129
for zeal for your house consumes me,13 and the insults of those who insult you fall on me.1410
When I weep and fast,15 I must endure scorn;
when I put on sackcloth,16 people make sport of me.
Those who sit at the gate17 mock me, and I am the song of the drunkards.1813
But I pray to you, O LORD, in the time of your favor;19 in your great love,20 O God, answer me with your sure salvation.