Rotherham(i)
17 Then do not hide thy face from thy servant, Because I am in distress, haste thou––answer me!
18 Oh draw near unto my soul––redeem it, Because of mine enemies, ransom me.
19 Thou, knowest my reproach, and my shame, and my confusion, Before thee, are all mine adversaries.
20 Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am weak,––Though I waited for one to pity me, yet there was none, And for comforters, yet I found not any.
21 But they put in my food––poison! And, for my thirst, they gave for my drink––vinegar!