45 Offscouring and refuse Thou dost make us In the midst of the peoples.
46 Opened against us their mouth have all our enemies.
47 Fear and a snare hath been for us, Desolation and destruction.
48 Rivulets of water go down my eye, For the destruction of the daughter of my people.
49 Mine eye is poured out, And doth not cease without intermission,
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