John Trapp on Psalms 69:22

Verſ. 22. Let their table become a ſnare before them] Let them care their bane, and drink their poyſon; whiles all their cates are ſauced with the Wrath of God; Quoniam hoc mod[illegible: 1 letter] cibarunt me, ſaith Kimchi, becauſe they have ſerved me on this ſort. By table, ſaith another Interpreter, we are to underſtand all means of comfort and refreſhing, both of body and ſoul, which turn to the ruine of the wicked, even an odour of death unto death, 2 Cor. 2.15, 16.

And that which ſhould have been, &c.] Tremellius rendreth it, Pro retributionibu[illegible: 2 letters] pro tendicula ipſis, for recompenſes, for a trap to them, Rom. 11.9. Others, Pacifica in rete! Others again, Et ubi pacem ſperant, illic impingunt, Where they hope for peace, let them fall.