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21 They put bitter spices in my food.
    They gave me vinegar when I was thirsty.

22 Let their feast be a trap and a snare.
    Let my enemies get what’s coming to them.
23 Let their eyes grow weak so they can’t see.
    Let their backs be bent forever.

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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