Let their table become a snare before them, and that which should have been for their welfare, let it become a trap.
Let their eyes be darkened, that they see not; and make their loins continually to shake.
Pour out Thine indignation upon them, and let Thy wrathful anger take hold of them.
Let their habitation be desolate, and let none dwell in their tents.
For they persecute him whom Thou hast smitten, and they talk of the grief of those whom Thou hast wounded.
Add iniquity unto their iniquity, and let them not come into Thy righteousness.
Let them be blotted out of the book of the living, and not be written with the righteous.
But I am poor and sorrowful; let Thy salvation, O God, set me up on high.
I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify Him with thanksgiving.
This also shall please the LORD better than an ox or a bullock that hath horns and hoofs.
The humble shall see this and be glad, and your heart shall live, that seek God.