Psalms 69:20-22

²⁰(69:21) Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am sick; and I waited for pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.

²¹(69:22) And they put into my food gall; and in my thirst they give me vinegar to drink.

²²(69:23) May then their table become a snare before them: and to those that are at peace, a trap.