Rotherham(i)
9 And, David, saith––Let their table be turned into a snare, and into gin, and into a trap, and into a recompense unto them,
10 Darkened be their eyes, not to see, and, their back, do thou continually bow down.
11 I say then––Did they stumble in order that they might fall? Far be it! But, by their fall, salvation [hath come] unto the nations, to the end of provoking them to jealousy.