Psalms 69:18-22

Come near to my soul and redeem it; Ransom me because of my enemies!

You know my disgrace, my shame, and my dishonor; All my enemies are known to You.

Disgrace has broken my heart, and I am so sick. And I waited for sympathy, but there was none; And for comforters, but I found none.

They also gave me a bitter herb in my food, And for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

May their table before them become a snare; And when they are at peace, may it become a trap.