19Thou knowest my reproach, and my shame, and my dishonour: mine adversaries are all before thee.
20Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am overwhelmed: and I looked for sympathy, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.
21Yea, they gave me gall for my food, and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
22Let their table become a snare before them, and their very welfare a trap;