multiplicati sunt super capillos capitis mei qui oderunt me gratis confortati sunt qui persequebantur me inimici mei iniuste quae non rapueram tunc reddebam
I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
Deus tu scis stultitiam meam et peccata mea a te non sunt abscondita
They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of mine head: they that would destroy me, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: then I restored that which I took not away.
coram te sunt omnes hostes mei obprobrio contritum est cor meum et desperatus sum et expectavi qui contristaretur et non fuit et qui consolaretur et non inveni
Thou hast known my reproach, and my shame, and my dishonour: mine adversaries are all before thee.
et dederunt in esca mea fel et in siti mea potaverunt me aceto
Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.