20. Reproach has broken my heart and I am so sick. And I looked for sympathy, but there was none, And for comforters, but I found none.
21. They also gave me gall for my food And for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
22. May their table before them become a snare; And when they are in peace, may it become a trap.
23. May their eyes grow dim so that they cannot see, And make their loins shake continually.
24. Pour out Your indignation on them, And may Your burning anger overtake them.
25. May their camp be desolate; May none dwell in their tents.