11And I put on sackcloth for my covering; and I became a proverb to them.
12They that sit in the gate talked against me, and they that drank wine sang against me.
13But I will cry to you, O Lord, in my prayer; O God, it is a propitious time: in the multitude of your mercy hear me, in the truth of your salvation.
14Save me from the mire, that I stick not in it: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and from the deep waters.