9. For the zeal of thine house hath eaten me up; and the reproaches of them that reproach thee are fallen upon me.
10. When I wept, and chastened my soul with fasting, that was to my reproach.
11. When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a proverb unto them.
12. They that sit in the gate talk of me; and I am the song of the drunkards.