They put gall in my food and gave me vinegar1 for my thirst.222
May the table set before them become a snare; may it become retribution anda a trap.323
May their eyes be darkened so they cannot see, and their backs be bent forever.424
Pour out your wrath5 on them; let your fierce anger overtake them.
May their place be deserted;6 let there be no one to dwell in their tents.726
For they persecute those you wound and talk about the pain of those you hurt.827
Charge them with crime upon crime;9 do not let them share in your salvation.1028
May they be blotted out of the book of life11 and not be listed with the righteous.1229
I am in pain and distress; may your salvation, O God, protect me.1330
I will praise God's name in song14 and glorify him15 with thanksgiving.
This will please the LORD more than an ox, more than a bull with its horns and hoofs.16