Rotherham(i)
7 Because, for thy sake, have I borne reproach, Confusion hath covered my face;
8 One estranged, have I become, to my own brethren, Yea, an alien, to the sons of my own mother;
9 Because, zeal for thy house, hath eaten me up, And, the reproaches of them who have reproached thee, have fallen upon me.