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)