18. Oh draw near to my soul and redeem it; Ransom me because of my enemies!
19. You know my reproach and my shame and my dishonor; All my adversaries are before You.
20. Reproach has broken my heart and I am so sick. And I looked for sympathy, but there was none, And for comforters, but I found none.
21. They also gave me gall for my food And for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
22. May their table before them become a snare; And when they are in peace, may it become a trap.
23. May their eyes grow dim so that they cannot see, And make their loins shake continually.