20
Scorn has broken my heart
and has left me helpless;
I looked for sympathy, but there was none,
for comforters, but I found none.
21
They put gall in my food
and 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 they cannot see,
and their backs be bent forever.
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 wound
and talk about the pain of those you hurt.
27
Charge them with crime upon crime;
do not let them share in your salvation.
28
May they be blotted out of the book of life
and not be listed with the righteous.
29
I am in pain and distress;
may your salvation, O God, protect me.