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20 Disgrace has broken my heart, and I am helpless.
I waited for sympathy, but there was none.
I waited for comforters, but I did not find any.
21 Instead they put bitter poison in my food.
For my thirst they gave me sour wine to drink.

His Curse

22 May the table set before them become a snare.
May it be a trap to them and their allies.[a]

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 69:22 The translation is based on the Hebrew. The Greek reads may it be a retribution and a trap to them. The Targum reads may their fellowship offerings be a trap to them.