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21 They gave me bitter drink in my food. And because I was thirsty they gave me sour wine.

22 May their table in front of them become a net. May it become a trap when they are in peace. 23 May their eyes grow dark so they cannot see. And may their backs always shake.

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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