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