8I have become a stranger to my brothers, an alien to my mother’s children.
9For the zeal of your house consumes me. The insults of those insulting you have fallen on me.
10When I wept and I fasted, that was to my reproach.
11When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.
12Those who sit in the gate talk about me. I am the song of the drunkards.