¹⁹ Lembra-te da minha aflição e amargura, do absinto e do fel.

²¹ They also gave me gall for my food. In my thirst, they gave me vinegar to drink.

²² Let their table before them become a snare. May it become a retribution and a trap.

²³ Let their eyes be darkened, so that they can't see. Let their backs be continually bent.