Suffering Reproach for God's Sake

Psalms 69:7-12

For your sake I suffer insults, shame covers my face.

I am estranged from my brothers, an alien to my mother's children,

because zeal for your house is eating me up, and on me are falling the insults of those insulting you.

I weep bitterly, and I fast, but that too occasions insults.

I clothe myself with sackcloth and become an object of scorn, 856

the gossip of those sitting by the town gate, the theme of drunkards' songs.