18. Be near unto my soul--redeem it, Because of mine enemies ransom me.
19. Thou--Thou hast known my reproach, And my shame, and my blushing, Before Thee [are] all mine adversaries.
20. Reproach 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.
21. And they give for my food gall, And for my thirst cause me to drink vinegar.
22. Their table before them is for a snare, And for a recompence--for a trap.
23. Darkened are their eyes from seeing, And their loins continually shake Thou.