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21 They gave me poison, not food.
    They gave me vinegar, not wine.
22 Their tables are covered with food.
    Let their fellowship meals destroy them.
23 Let them go blind and their backs become weak.

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21 They put gall in my food
    and gave me vinegar(A) for my thirst.(B)

22 May the table set before them become a snare;
    may it become retribution and[a] a trap.(C)
23 May their eyes be darkened so they cannot see,
    and their backs be bent forever.(D)

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 69:22 Or snare / and their fellowship become