I gave my back to those who beat me,The responsorial psalm goes further:
my cheeks to those who plucked my beard;
My face I did not shield
from buffets and spitting.
For your sake I bear insult,The line "zeal for your house consumes me" has always touched me, especially in relation to being an "outcast to my mother's sons." There will be times, especially now, when being a Christian will put you in direct opposition to those around you; when longing to be in the Presence of God in His house, will make you a laughing stock. Remember that Jesus walked that road for us and before us. Our consolation *is* being in the Presence.
and shame covers my face.
I have become an outcast to my brothers,
a stranger to my mother’s sons,
because zeal for your house consumes me,
Rather they put gall in my food,
and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
As always in the psalms, though, it ends praising God.
I will praise the name of God in song,Hang onto this hope. God will be praised.
and I will glorify him with thanksgiving:
“See, you lowly ones, and be glad;
you who seek God, may your hearts revive!
For the LORD hears the poor,
and his own who are in bonds he spurns not.