21 They put bitter poison into my food, and to quench my thirst they give me vinegar to drink. 22 May their dining table become a trap before them. May it be a snare for that group of friends. 23 May their eyes be blinded. Make them shake violently. 24 Pour out your judgment on them. May your raging anger overtake them. 25 May their camp become desolate, their tents uninhabited.

21 They gave me also gall for my food, and made me drink vinegar for my thirst. 22 Let their table before them be for a snare, and for a recompence, and for a stumbling-block. 23 Let their eyes be darkened that they should not see; and bow down their back continually. 24 Pour out thy wrath upon them, and let the fury of thine anger take hold on them. 25 Let their habitation be made desolate; and let there be no inhabitant in their tents: