11And I putted or put for my cloth an hair-shirt; and I am made to them into a parable.
12They, that sat in the gate, spake against me; and they, that drank wine, sang of me.
13But Lord, I dress my prayer to thee; God, I abide the time of good pleasance. Hear thou me in the multitude of thy mercy; in the truth of thine health.
14Deliver thou me from the clay, that I be not fast set-in; deliver thou me from them that hate me, and from the depths or deepness of waters.