20. You know my reproach, my shame, my disgrace. All my adversaries are before You.
21. Scorn has broken my heart, so I am sick. I looked for sympathy, but there was none, for comforters, but found none.
22. They put gall in my food, and for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
23. Let their table before them be a snare, and what should have been for their well-being, let it be a trap.
24. Let their eyes be darkened so they cannot see and their backs be bent forever.
25. Pour out Your indignation on them. Let Your fierce anger overtake them.
26. Let their encampment be deserted. Let none dwell in their tents.