For it is for your sake that I have borne reproach, that dishonor has covered my face. I have become a stranger to my brothers, an alien to my mother's sons. For zeal for your house has consumed me, and the reproaches of those who reproach you have fallen on me. When I wept and humbled my soul with fasting, it became my reproach. When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them. I am the talk of those who sit in the gate, and the drunkards make songs about me.
You, in obedience to the Father's will, took my sin and brokenness upon your self and fully paid the penalty. I repent, Lord, I seek through the forgiveness that comes as a gift of grace by Your death and the instruction that comes through the teaching of the Holy Spirit, to become a new man, a man being transformed from glory to glory into Your image.
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