BSB(i)
17 Hide not Your face from Your servant, for I am in distress. Answer me quickly!
18 Draw near to my soul and redeem me; ransom me because of my foes.
19 You know my reproach, my shame and disgrace. All my adversaries are before You.
20 Insults have broken my heart, and I am in despair. I looked for sympathy, but there was none, for comforters, but I found no one.
21 They poisoned my food with gall and gave me vinegar to quench my thirst.