20. Insults have broken my heart,and I am in despair.I waited for sympathy,but there was none;for comforters, but found no one.
21. Instead, they gave me gall for my food,and for my thirstthey gave me vinegar to drink.
22. Let their table set before them be a snare,and let it be a trap for their allies.
23. Let their eyes grow too dim to see,and let their loins continually shake.