20. Reproach has broken my heart and I am sick. And I hoped for sympathy, but there was none, and for comforters, but I found none.
21. They also gave me gall for food, and for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
22. Let their table before them be a trap, and their times of peace a snare.
23. Let their eyes be dark so they cannot see, and make their loins continually tremble.
24. Pour out your indignation on them, and let your burning anger overtake them.
25. Let their camp be desolate. Let none dwell in their tents,
26. because they persecute those whom you, yourself, have struck, and they tell of the pain of those you have wounded.
27. Add guilt on top of their guilt, and do not let them be acquitted.