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20 Being put to shame has broken my heart, and I feel very sick. I looked for pity but there was none. I looked for someone to comfort me but there was no one. 21 They gave me bitter drink in my food. And because I was thirsty they gave me sour wine.

22 May their table in front of them become a net. May it become a trap when they are in peace.

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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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  1. Psalm 69:22 Or snare / and their fellowship become