11I put on a sacke also: and I became a prouerbe vnto them.
12They that sate in the gate, spake of mee, and the drunkards sang of me.
13But Lord, I make my praier vnto thee in an acceptable time, euen in the multitude of thy mercie: O God, heare me in the trueth of thy saluation.
14Deliuer mee out of the myre, that I sinke not: let me be deliuered from them that hate me, and out of the deepe waters.
15Let not the water flood drowne mee, neither let the deepe swallowe me vp: and let not the pit shut her mouth vpon me.
16Heare me, O Lord, for thy louing kindnes is good: turne vnto me according to ye multitude of thy tender mercies.
17And hide not thy face from thy seruant, for I am in trouble: make haste and heare me.