⁴ They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head; they that would destroy me, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: then I restored that which I took not away.

⁷ Because for thy sake I have borne reproach; confusion hath covered my face.

⁸ I am become a stranger unto my brethren, and an alien unto my mother's sons;

⁹ For the zeal of thy house hath devoured me, and the reproaches of them that reproach thee have fallen upon me.

²¹ Yea, they gave me gall for my food, and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

²⁵ Let their habitation be desolate; let there be no dweller in their tents.

²⁸ Let them be blotted out of the book of life, and not be written with the righteous.