19
You know the insults I receive, and my shame and dishonor; my foes are all known to you.
20
Insults have broken my heart, so that I am in despair. I looked for pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.
21
They gave me poison for food, and for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
22
Let their table be a trap for them, a snare for their allies.
23
Let their eyes be darkened so that they cannot see, and make their loins tremble continually.
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