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20 Insults have broken my heart,
    so that I am in despair.
I looked for pity, but there was none;
    and for comforters, but I found none.(A)
21 They gave me poison for food,
    and for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.(B)

22 Let their table be a trap for them,
    a snare for their allies.(C)

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