20. May this be the Lord’s payment to my accusers,to those who speak evil of me.
21. But you, Sovereign Lord,help me for your name’s sake;out of the goodness of your love, deliver me.
22. For I am poor and needy,and my heart is wounded within me.
23. I fade away like an evening shadow;I am shaken off like a locust.
24. My knees give way from fasting;my body is thin and gaunt.
25. I am an object of scorn to my accusers;when they see me, they shake their heads.