21Poison they gave me for food, and to slake my thirst they gave vinegar.
22May their table, outspread, be a trap to them, and their peace-offerings be a snare.
23May their eyes be darkened and blind, make them shake without ceasing.
24Pour your indignation upon them, let your burning wrath overtake them.
25May their camp be a desolation, in their tents be there none to live.
26For those whom you struck, they persecute, and those whom you wounded, they pain yet more.