17 He loved to curse — may he be cursed!He hated to give blessings — may no one bless him!
18 He cursed as naturally as he dressed himself;may his own curses soak into his body like waterand into his bones like oil!
19 May they cover him like clothesand always be round him like a belt!
20 Lord, punish my enemies in that way —those who say such evil things against me!
21 But my Sovereign Lord, help me as you have promised,and rescue me because of the goodness of your love.
22 I am poor and needy;I am hurt to the depths of my heart.
23 Like an evening shadow I am about to vanish;I am blown away like an insect.