Thomson(i)
17 Turn not away thy face from thy servant; because I am in distress, hear me speedily.
18 Draw near to my soul and redeem it; deliver me, because of mine enemies.
19 For thou knowest my reproach, and my shame and my confusion; all mine adversaries are before thee.
20 My soul expected reproach and misery. I waited for a condoler, but there was none; for a comforter, but none could I find.
21 They indeed have given me gall for my food, and for my thirst, have made me drink vinegar.