Coverdale(i)
22 They gaue me gall to eate, & whe I was thurstie, they gaue me vyneger to drynke.
23 Let their table be made a snare to take them selues withall, an occasion to fall & a rewarde vnto them.
24 Let their eyes be blynded, that they se not: & euer bowe downe their backes.
25 Poure out thy indignacion vpon them, & let thy wrothfull displeasure take holde of them.
26 Let their habitacion be voyde, & no man to dwell in their tentes.
27 For they persecute him whom thou hast smytten, & besyde thy woundes they haue geuen him moo.
28 Let them fall fro one wickednesse to another, & not come into thy rightuousnesse.