Insult has broken my heart, and I am weak; I looked for compassion, but there was none.
for comforters, but found none.
Instead they put gall in my food; for my thirst they gave me vinegar.

But I am afflicted and in pain; let your saving help protect me, God,
that I may praise God’s name in song and glorify it with thanksgiving.
My song will please the Lord more than oxen, more than bullocks with horns and hooves:
“See, you lowly ones, and be glad; you who seek God, take heart!
for the Lord hears the poor, does not spurn those in bondage.
Let the heavens and the earth sings praise, the seas and whatever moves in them.”

Psalm 69 continued – verses 21-22; 30-35