6 Deus, tu scis insipiéntiam meam, *
et delícta mea a te non sunt abscóndita.
7 Non erubéscant in me, qui exspéctant te, *
Dómine, Dómine virtútum.
Non confundántur super me, *
qui quærunt te, Deus Israel.
8 Quóniam propter te sustínui oppróbrium, *
opéruit confúsio fáciem meam;
9 extráneus factus sum frátribus meis *
et peregrínus fíliis matris meæ.
10 Quóniam zelus domus tuæ comédit me, *
et oppróbria exprobrántium tibi cecidérunt super me.
11 Et flevi in ieiúnio ánimam meam, *
et factum est in oppróbrium mihi.
12 Et pósui vestiméntum meum cilícium, *
et factus sum illis in parábolam.
13 Advérsum me loquebántur, qui sedébant in porta, *
et in me canébant, qui bibébant vinum.

God, you know my weakness:
my crimes are not hidden from you.
Let my fate not put to shame those who trust in you,
Lord, Lord of hosts.
Let them not be dismayed on my account,
those who seek you, God of Israel.

For it is for your sake that I am taunted
and covered in confusion:
I have become a stranger to my own brothers,
a wanderer in the eyes of my mother’s children –
because zeal for your house is consuming me,
and the taunts of those who hate you
fall upon my head.

I have humbled my soul with fasting
and they reproach me for it.
I have made sackcloth my clothing
and they make me a byword.
The idlers at the gates speak against me;
for drinkers of wine, I am the butt of their songs.

(Psalm 69:6-13)