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20 Insults broke my heart.
    I despaired and looked for sympathy;
but there was none,
    for comforters, but I found none.
21 They put poison in my food,
    in my thirst they forced me to drink vinegar.

22 May their dining[a] tables entrap them,
    and become a snare for their allies.

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  1. Psalm 69:22 The Heb. lacks dining