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20 You know my reproach, my shame, my disgrace;
    before you stand all my foes.
21 Insult has broken my heart, and I despair;
    I looked for compassion, but there was none,(A)
    for comforters, but found none.
22 Instead they gave me poison for my food;
    and for my thirst they gave me vinegar.(B)

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