Psalms 69:21-25

They also gave me a bitter herb in my food, And for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

May their table before them become a snare; And when they are at peace, may it become a trap.

May their eyes grow dim so that they cannot see, And make their hips shake continually.

Pour out Your indignation on them, And may Your burning anger overtake them.

May their camp be desolated; May there be none living in their tents.