Remember, O Lord, the reproach of Your servants;
How I bear in my bosom the reproach of all the many peoples,
Remember this, O Lord, that the enemy has reviled,
And a foolish people has spurned Your name.
Arise, O God, and plead Your own cause;
Remember how the foolish man reproaches You all day long.
For zeal for Your house has consumed me,
And the reproaches of those who reproach You have fallen on me.
You make us a reproach to our neighbors,
A scoffing and a derision to those around us.
You know my reproach and my shame and my dishonor;
All my adversaries are before You.
Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?”
Let there be known among the nations in our sight,
Vengeance for the blood of Your servants which has been shed.
For even Christ did not please Himself; but as it is written, “The reproaches of those who reproached You fell on Me.”