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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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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