¹⁵ You who know, O Yahweh, remember me, and attend to me,
    and take revenge for me against my persecutors in your forbearance.^[a]
You must take me away.
    Know that I am carrying disgrace because of you.
¹⁶ Your words were found and I ate them,
    and your words became to me as jubilation,
even as the joy of my heart,
    for your name is called on me, O Yahweh God of hosts.
¹⁷ I sat not in the assembly of jokers,
    nor did I exult.
Because of the presence^[b] of your hand I sat alone,
    for you filled me with indignation.
¹⁸ Why is my pain endless, and my wound incurable?
    It refuses to become healed.
Truly you are to me like a deceitful brook,
    waters that are not trustworthy.