Psalms 69:20-24

Disgrace has broken my heart, and I am so sick. And I waited for sympathy, but there was none; And for comforters, but I found none.

They also gave me a bitter herb in my food, And for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

May their table before them become a snare; And when they are at peace, may it become a trap.

May their eyes grow dim so that they cannot see, And make their hips shake continually.

Pour out Your indignation on them, And may Your burning anger overtake them.