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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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23 May their own table be a snare for them,
    and their communion offerings a trap.(C)

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21 They put gall in my food
    and gave me vinegar(A) for my thirst.(B)

22 May the table set before them become a snare;
    may it become retribution and[a] a trap.(C)
23 May their eyes be darkened so they cannot see,
    and their backs be bent forever.(D)

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Footnotes

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