4More than the hairs of my head are those who wantonly hate me. More than my bones in number are those who are falsely my foes. That which I never robbed, how am I then to restore?
5O God, you know my folly, my guilt is not hidden from you.
6Through me let not any be shamed, who wait for you, Lord God of hosts. Through me let not those be confounded who seek you, O God of Israel.
7It's in your cause that I have borne taunts, and my face has been covered with shame;
8I became to my kindred a foreigner, to my mother's sons a stranger.
9It was zeal for your house that consumed me, and the insults they hurled at you fell upon me.