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Fear and a snare have come upon us, Desolation and destruction.
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My eyes overflow with rivers of water For the destruction of the daughter of my people.
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My eyes flow and do not cease, Without interruption,
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Till the Lord from heaven Looks down and sees.
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My eyes bring suffering to my soul Because of all the daughters of my city.
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My enemies without cause Hunted me down like a bird.
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They silenced my life in the pit And threw stones at me.
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The waters flowed over my head; I said, "I am cut off!"
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I called on Your name, O Lord, From the lowest pit.
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You have heard my voice: "Do not hide Your ear From my sighing, from my cry for help."
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You drew near on the day I called on You, And said, "Do not fear!"