Ps.69.20

I'm broken by their taunts, Flat on my face, reduced to a nothing. I looked in vain for one friendly face. Not one. I couldn't find one shoulder to cry on.

Ps.69.20

Scorn has broken my heart and has left me helpless; I looked for sympathy, but there was none, for comforters, but I found none.

Ps.69.20

Reproach has broken my heart, And I am full of heaviness; I looked for someone to take pity, but there was none; And for comforters, but I found none.

Ps.69.20

Their insults have broken my heart, and I am in despair. If only one person would show some pity; if only one would turn and comfort me.