²⁰ Behold, O Lord, how great is my distress.
    My inner being is in turmoil.
My heart recoils within me
    because I have been so rebellious.
In the streets the sword causes bereavement;
    in the houses death reigns.
²¹ People have heard my groans,
    but no one has offered to comfort me.
All my enemies have learned of my troubles,
    and they are pleased at what you have done.
Hasten the day^[a] you have proclaimed
    so that they may become like me.
²² Let all their wicked deeds come before you,
    and deal with them
as you have dealt with me
    because of all my sins.
My groans never cease,
    and I am sick at heart.