20 Insults have broken my heart, and I am sick.I looked for sympathy, but there was none.I looked for people to comfort me, but I found no one.
21 They poisoned my food,and when I was thirsty, they gave me vinegar to drink.
22 Let the table set for them become a trapand a snare for their friends.
23 Let their vision become clouded so that they cannot see.Let their thighs continually shake.
24 Pour your rage on them.Let your burning anger catch up with them.
25 Let their camp be desertedand their tents empty.
26 They persecute the one you have struck,and they talk about the pain of those you have wounded.