1It is my zeal for Thy abode
That has consumed my life;
Reproached by those reproaching Thee,
I suffer in the strife.

2My heart is broken by reproach,
My soul is full of grief;
I looked in vain for comforters,
For pity and relief.

3They gave me bitter gall for food,
And taunting words they spake;
They gave me vinegar to drink,
My burning thirst to slake.

4Though I am poor and sorrowful,
Hear Thou, O God, my cry;
Let Thy salvation come to me
And lift me up on high.

5The meek shall see it and rejoice,
Ye saints, no more be sad;
For lo, Jehovah hears the poor
And makes His prisoners glad.

6In Zion they that love His Name
Shall dwell from age to age;
Yea, there shall be their lasting rest,
Their children’s heritage.