Psalms 69:19-25

¹⁹You know how I am insulted; in your sight are all my foes.

²⁰Insult has broken my heart, past cure are my shame and confusion. For pity I looked — there was none! And for comforters, but I found none.

²¹Poison they gave me for food, and to slake my thirst they gave vinegar.

²²May their table, outspread, be a trap to them, and their peace-offerings be a snare.

²³May their eyes be darkened and blind, make them shake without ceasing.

²⁴Pour your indignation upon them, let your burning wrath overtake them.

²⁵May their camp be a desolation, in their tents be there none to live.