YLT(i)
17 And hide not Thy face from Thy servant, For I am in distress—haste, answer me.
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.