²² then let my shoulder be wrenched out of place!
    Let my arm be torn from its socket!

⁶ May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth
    if I fail to remember you,
    if I don’t make Jerusalem my greatest joy.

⁴ if I have betrayed a friend
    or plundered my enemy without cause,
⁵ then let my enemies capture me.
    Let them trample me into the ground
    and drag my honor in the dust. Interlude

¹⁵ The light disturbs the wicked
    and stops the arm that is raised in violence.

⁴⁰ then let thistles grow on that land instead of wheat,
    and weeds instead of barley.”

¹⁰ then let my wife serve^[a] another man;
    let other men sleep with her.