20My heart is broken by bitter words, I am full of grief; I made a search for some to have pity on me, but there was no one; I had no comforter.
21They gave me poison for my food; and bitter wine for my drink.
22Let their table before them be for their destruction; let their feasts become a net to take them.
23Let their eyes be blind so that they may not see; let their bodies for ever be shaking.