47. Panic and the pit have been our lot,desolation and destruction;
48. My eyes stream with tears over the destructionof the daughter of my people.
49. My eyes will flow without ceasing,without rest,
50. Until the Lord from heavenlooks down and sees.
51. I am tormented by the sightof all the daughters of my city.
52. Without cause, my enemies snared meas though I were a bird;
53. They tried to end my life in the pit,pelting me with stones.
54. The waters flowed over my head:and I said, “I am lost!”
55. I have called upon your name, O Lord,from the bottom of the pit;