⁸ I am a foreigner to my own family,
    a stranger to my own mother’s children;^(A)
9 for zeal for your house consumes me,^(B)
    and the insults of those who insult you fall on me.^(C)
10 When I weep and fast,^(D)
    I must endure scorn;
¹¹ when I put on sackcloth,^(E)
    people make sport of me.

¹⁸ Come near and rescue me;
    deliver^(A) me because of my foes.

¹⁹ You know how I am scorned,^(B) disgraced and shamed;
    all my enemies are before you.
²⁰ Scorn has broken my heart
    and has left me helpless;
I looked for sympathy, but there was none,
    for comforters,^(C) but I found none.^(D)