20 Insults have broken my heart.I’m sick about it.I hoped for sympathy,but there wasn’t any;I hoped for comforters,but couldn’t find any.
21 They gave me poison for food.To quench my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
22 Let the table before them become a trap,their offerings a snare.
23 Let their eyes grow too dim to see;make their insides tremble constantly.
24 Pour out your anger on them—let your burning fury catch them.
25 Let their camp be devastated;let no one dwell in their tents.
26 Because they go after those you’ve already struck;they talk about the pain of those you’ve already pierced.