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 You know my reproach, my shame, and my dishonor; * my adversaries are all in your sight.”

Reproach has broken my heart, and it cannot be healed; * I looked for sympathy, but there was none, for comforters, but I could find no one.

They gave me gall to eat, * and when I was thirsty, they gave me vinegar to drink.

Let the table before them be a trap * and their sacred feasts a snare.

Let their eyes be darkened, that they may not see, * and give them continual trembling in their loins.

Pour out your indignation upon them, * and let the fierceness of your anger overtake them.

Let their camp be desolate, * and let there be none to dwell in their tents.

For they persecute him whom you have stricken * and add to the pain of those whom you have pierced.

Lay to their charge guilt upon guilt, * and let them not receive your vindication.

Let them be wiped out of the book of the living * and not be written among the righteous.

As for me, I am afflicted and in pain; * your help, O God, will lift me up on high.

I will praise the Name of God in song; * I will proclaim his greatness with thanksgiving.

This will please the more than an offering of oxen, * more than bullocks with horns and hoofs.