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20 All this ridicule has broken my heart,
    killed my spirit.
I searched for sympathy, and I came up empty.
    I looked for supporters, but there was no one.
21 Even more, they gave me poison for my food
    and offered me only sour vinegar to drink.

22 Let them be ambushed at the dinner table,
    caught in a trap when they least expect it.

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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