¹¹ I made sackcloth also my garment, and I became a proverb to them.

¹² They that sat in the gate spoke against me, and I was the song of the drunkards.

¹³ ¶ But I corrected my prayer unto thee, O LORD, in the time of thy good pleasure; O God, in the multitude of thy mercy hear me, in the truth of thy saving health.