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49 My eyes run down, and cease not, for there is no relief,

Ain

50 Until the LORD looks down, and beholds from the heavens.

Ain

51 My eyes make my soul sad 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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