They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of mine head: they that would destroy me, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: then I restored that which I took not away...
Because for thy sake I have borne reproach: shame hath covered my face.
I am become a stranger unto my brethren, and an alien unto my mothers's children.
For the zeal of thine house hath eaten me up: and the reproaches of them that reproached thee are fallen upon me...
They that sit in the gate speak against me; and I was the song of drunkards...
Thou hast known my reproach, and my shame, and my dishonor: mine adversaries are all before thee.
Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.
They gave me also gall for my meat; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
Let their table become a snare before them: and that which should have been for their welfare, let it become a trap.
Let their eyes be darkened, that they see not; and make their loins continually to shake...
Let their habitation be desolate: and let none dwell in their tents...Let them be blotted out of the book of the living, and not be written with the righteous.
