20 Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am overwhelmed: and I looked for sympathy, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none. 21 Yea, they gave me gall for my food, and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
On that cross alone, forsaken,
Where no pitying eye was found;
Now to God's right hand exalted,
With Thy priase the heav'ns resound.