Thomson(i)
20 My soul expected reproach and misery. I waited for a condoler, but there was none; for a comforter, but none could I find.
21 They indeed have given me gall for my food, and for my thirst, have made me drink vinegar.
22 Let their table before them become a snare and a recompence and a stumbling block.
23 Let their eyes be darkened that they may not see, and bow down their neck continually.
24 Pour out thine indignation upon them, and let thy wrathful ire take hold of them.
25 Let their fold be desolate, and in their dwellings no inhabitant.
26 Because him, whom thou smotest, they persecuted, and have added to the pains of my Wounds;
27 add thou iniquity to their iniquity, and let them not come into thy righteousness.
28 Let them be blotted out of the book of the living, and not be enrolled with the righteous.
29 I am afflicted; I am full of pain; but the salvation of thy countenance hath upheld me.