20 Scorn has broken my heartand has left me helpless;I looked for sympathy, but there was none,for comforters, but I found none.
21 They put gall in my foodand gave me vinegar for my thirst.
22 May the table set before them become a snare;may it become retribution and a trap.
23 May their eyes be darkened so that they cannot see,and their backs be bent for ever.
24 Pour out your wrath on them;let your fierce anger overtake them.
25 May their place be deserted;let there be no one to dwell in their tents.
26 For they persecute those you woundand talk about the pain of those you hurt.