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20 Insults have broken my heart,
    so that I am in despair.
I looked for pity, but there was none;
    and for comforters, but I found none.
21 They gave me poison for food,
    and for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

22 Let their table be a trap for them,
    a snare for their allies.

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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