Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.

The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand: they are wreathed, and come up upon my neck: he hath made my strength to fall, the LORD hath delivered me into their hands, from whom I am not able to rise up.

For I know your manifold transgressions and your mighty sins: they afflict the just, they take a bribe, and they turn aside the poor in the gate from their right.

Be not afraid of their faces: for I am with thee to deliver thee, saith the Lord

He giveth his cheek to him that smiteth him: he is filled full with reproach.

All that pass by the way spoil him: he is a reproach to his neighbours.