Psalm 69

Let not those who hope in you be put to shame through me, Lord God of hosts; *

let not those who seek you be disgraced because of me, O God of Israel.

Surely, for your sake have I suffered reproach, *

and shame has covered my face.

I have become a stranger to my own kindred, *

an alien to my mother’s children.

Zeal for your house has eaten me up; *

the scorn of those who scorn you has fallen upon me.

I humbled myself with fasting, *

but that was turned to my reproach.

I put on sack-cloth also, *

and became a byword among them.

Those who sit at the gate murmur against me, *

and the drunkards make songs about me.

But as for me, this is my prayer to you, *

at the time you have set, O Lord:

“In your great mercy, O God, *

answer me with your unfailing help.

Reproach has broken my heart, and it cannot be healed; *

I looked for sympathy, but there was none,

for comforters, but I could find no one.

They gave me gall to eat, *

and when I was thirsty, they gave me vinegar to drink.