But as for me, a worm I am, and as no man am priz'd: Reproach of men I am, and by the people am despis'd.
I was a scorn to all my foes, and to my friends a fear; And specially reproach'd of those that were my neighbours near: When they me saw they from me fled.
Thou hast put far from me my friends, thou mad'st them to abhor me; And I am so shut up, that I find no evasion for me.
In thee, O Lord, I put my trust, sham'd let me never be; According to thy righteousness do thou deliver me.
Let none that wait on thee be put to shame at all; But those that without cause transgress, let shame upon them fall.
Those that to me are enemies, of me do evil say, When shall he die, that so his name may perish quite away?