7For your sake I have borne rebuke; shame has covered my face.
8I have become a stranger to my brothers, an alien to my mother's children.
9For the zeal of your house has eaten me up, and the rebukes of those who rebuke you have fallen on me.
10When I wept and did not eat food, they insulted me.
11When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became the object of a proverb to them.
12Those who sit in the city gate talk about me; I am a song of drunkards.