19 “I called to my allies, but they refused to help me.The priests and the leaders died in the city streets,Looking for food to keep themselves alive.
20 “Look, O Lord, at my agony, at the anguish of my soul!My heart is broken in sorrow for my sins.There is murder in the streets; even indoors there is death.
21 “Listen to my groans; there is no one to comfort me.My enemies are glad that you brought disaster on me.Bring the day you promised; make my enemies suffer as I do.
22 “Condemn them for all their wickedness;Punish them as you punished me for my sins.I groan in misery, and I am sick at heart.”