20. You know my reproach, my shame, my disgrace. All my adversaries are before You.
21. Scorn has broken my heart, so I am sick. I looked for sympathy, but there was none, for comforters, but found none.
22. They put gall in my food, and for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
23. Let their table before them be a snare, and what should have been for their well-being, let it be a trap.