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49 Ain. My eye is afflicted, and hath not been quiet, because there was no rest:

50 Ain. Till the Lord regarded and looked down from the heavens.

51 Ain. My eye hath wasted my soul because of all the daughters of my city.

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49 My eyes will flow unceasingly,
    without relief,(A)
50 until the Lord looks down
    from heaven and sees.(B)
51 What I see brings grief to my soul
    because of all the women of my city.

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