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.
24Let your curse come on them; let the heat of your wrath overtake them.
25Give their houses to destruction, and let there be no one in their tents.
26Because they are cruel to him against whom your hand is turned; they make bitter the grief of him who is wounded by you.