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21 Even more, they gave me poison for my food
    and offered me only sour vinegar to drink.

22 Let them be ambushed at the dinner table,
    caught in a trap when they least expect it.
23 Cloud their vision so they cannot see;
    make their bodies shake, their knees knock in terror.

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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