20 Insults have broken my heart,and I am sick;and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none;and for comforters, but I found none.
21 They also gave me poison for my food,and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
22 May their table become a snare before them,and may security become a trap.
23 May their eyes be darkened so they do not see,and make their sides shake continually.
24 Pour out Your indignation on them,and may Your wrathful anger overtake them.
25 May their habitation be desolate,and may no one dwell in their tents.
26 For they persecute him whom You have struck down,and they recount the pain of those You have wounded.