²⁰ Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness.
    I looked for some to take pity, but there was none;
    for comforters, but I found none.
²¹ They also gave me poison 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.