21 All those who trouble me are in your sight; my heart has anticipated reproach and misery. And I sought for one who might grieve together with me, but there was no one, and for one who might console me, and I found no one.
22 And they gave me gall for my food. And in my thirst, they gave me vinegar to drink.
23 Let their table be a snare before them, and a retribution, and a scandal.
24 Let their eyes be darkened, so that they may not see, and may their back always be crooked.
25 Pour out your indignation upon them, and may the fury of your anger take hold of them.
26 May their dwelling place be deserted, and may there be no one who dwells in their tabernacles.
27 For they persecuted whomever you struck. And they have added to the grief of my wounds.