8I am become a stranger to my brethren, and an alien to my mother's children.
9For the zeal of thy house hath eaten me up; and the reproaches of them that reproached thee have fallen upon me.
10When I wept, and chastened my soul with fasting, that was to my reproach.
11I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them.
12They that sit in the gate speak against me; and I was the song of the drunkards.