18Be near unto my soul — redeem it, Because of mine enemies ransom me.
19Thou — Thou hast known my reproach, And my shame, and my blushing, Before Thee are all mine adversaries.
20Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am sick, And I look for a bemoaner, and there is none, And for comforters, and I have found none.
21And they give for my food gall, And for my thirst cause me to drink vinegar.
22Their table before them is for a snare, And for a recompence — for a trap.