²¹In thy sight are all they that afflict me; my heart hath expected reproach and misery. And I looked for one that would grieve together with me, but there was none: and for one that would comfort me, and I found none.

²²And they gave me gall for my food, and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

²³Let their table become as a snare before them, and a recompense, and a stumblingblock.

²⁴Let their eyes be darkened that they see not; and their back bend thou down always.

²⁵Pour out thy indignation upon them: and let thy wrathful anger take hold of them.

²⁶Let their habitation be made desolate: and let there be none to dwell in their tabernacles.

²⁷Because they have persecuted him whom thou hast smitten; and they have added to the grief of my wounds.

²⁸Add thou iniquity upon their iniquity: and let them not come into thy justice.

²⁹Let them be blotted out of the book of the living; and with the just let them not be written.

³⁰But I am poor and sorrowful: thy salvation, O God, hath set me up.

³¹I will praise the name of God with a canticle: and I will magnify him with praise.

³²And it shall please God better than a young calf, that bringeth forth horns and hoofs.

³³Let the poor see and rejoice: seek ye God, and your soul shall live.

³⁴For the Lord hath heard the poor: and hath not despised his prisoners.

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