11. When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword (an object of scorn) to them.
12. They who sit in [the city's] gate talk about me, and I am the song of the drunkards.
13. But as for me, my prayer is to You, O Lord. At an acceptable and opportune time, O God, in the multitude of Your mercy and the abundance of Your loving-kindness hear me, and in the truth and faithfulness of Your salvation answer me.
14. Rescue me out of the mire, and let me not sink; let me be delivered from those who hate me and from out of the deep waters.
15. Let not the floodwaters overflow and overwhelm me, neither let the deep swallow me up nor the [dug] pit [with water perhaps in the bottom] close its mouth over me.
16. Hear and answer me, O Lord, for Your loving-kindness is sweet and comforting; according to Your plenteous tender mercy and steadfast love turn to me.