Psalms 69:3-9

³I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.

⁴They that hate mee without a cause, are moe then the heares of mine heade: they that would destroy mee, and are mine enemies falsly, are mightie, so that I restored that which I tooke not.

⁵O God, thou knowest my foolishnesse, and my fautes are not hid from thee.

⁶Let not them that trust in thee, O Lord God of hostes, be ashamed for me: let not those that seeke thee, be confounded through mee, O God of Israel.

⁷For thy sake haue I suffred reproofe: shame hath couered my face.

⁸I am become a stranger vnto my brethren, euen an aliant vnto my mothers sonnes.

⁹For the zeale of thine house hath eaten mee, and the rebukes of them that rebuked thee, are fallen vpon me.