All day long my enemies insult me; those who mock me use my name in cursing.

Because of your anger and fury, ashes are my food, and my tears are mixed with my drink. You picked me up and threw me away.

My knees are weak from lack of food; I am nothing but skin and bones.

When people see me, they laugh at me; they shake their heads in scorn.

John the Baptist came, and he fasted and drank no wine, and you said, 'He has a demon in him!'

The Son of Man came, and he ate and drank, and you said, 'Look at this man! He is a glutton and wine drinker, a friend of tax collectors and other outcasts!'