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20 (19) You know how I am insulted,
shamed and disgraced;
before you stand all my foes.
21 (20) Insults have broken my heart
to the point that I could die.
I hoped that someone would show compassion,
but nobody did;
and that there would be comforters,
but I found none.
22 (21) They put poison in my food;
in my thirst, they gave me vinegar to drink.

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20 Scorn has broken my heart
    and has left me helpless;
I looked for sympathy, but there was none,
    for comforters,(A) but I found none.(B)
21 They put gall in my food
    and gave me vinegar(C) for my thirst.(D)

22 May the table set before them become a snare;
    may it become retribution and[a] a trap.(E)

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 69:22 Or snare / and their fellowship become