Scorn has broken my heart and has left me helpless; I looked for sympathy, but there was none, for comforters,1 but I found none.221
They put gall in my food and gave me vinegar3 for my thirst.422
May the table set before them become a snare; may it become retribution anda a trap.523
May their eyes be darkened so they cannot see, and their backs be bent forever.624
Pour out your wrath7 on them; let your fierce anger overtake them.
May their place be deserted;8 let there be no one to dwell in their tents.926
For they persecute those you wound and talk about the pain of those you hurt.1027
Charge them with crime upon crime;11 do not let them share in your salvation.1228
May they be blotted out of the book of life13 and not be listed with the righteous.1429
I am in pain and distress; may your salvation, O God, protect me.1530
I will praise God's name in song16 and glorify him17 with thanksgiving.