20 You know my reproach, my shame, my disgrace;before you stand all my foes.
21 Insult has broken my heart, and I despair;I looked for compassion, but there was none,for comforters, but found none.
22 Instead they gave me poison for my food;and for my thirst they gave me vinegar.
23 May their own table be a snare for them,and their communion offerings a trap.
24 Make their eyes so dim they cannot see;keep their backs ever feeble.
25 Pour out your wrath upon them;let the fury of your anger overtake them.
26 Make their camp desolate,with none to dwell in their tents.