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.
15The tempest of water drench not me down, neither the depth swallow me; neither the pit make strait his mouth on me.
16Lord, hear thou me, for thy mercy is benign; after the multitude of thy merciful doings behold thou into me.
17And turn not away thy face from thy servant; for I am in tribulation, hear thou me swiftly.
18Give thou attention to my soul, and deliver thou it; for mine enemies, deliver thou me.
19Thou knowest my reproof, and my despising; and my shame. All that trouble me be in thy sight;
20mine heart abode in shame, and wretchedness. And I abode him, that was sorry together with me, and none was; and that should comfort me, and I found not.
21And they gave gall into my meat; and in my thirst they gave to me drink with vinegar.
22The board of them be made before them into a snare; and into yieldings, and into cause of stumbling.
23Their eyes be made dark, that they see not; and evermore bow down the back of them.
24Shed or Pour out thine ire or wrath on them; and the strong vengeance of thine ire take them.