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17 Our eyes are still worn out, looking in vain for our help.
    In our watchtowers we watched for a nation that could not save us.
18 They hunted our steps, preventing us from going into the public squares of our city.
    Our end has drawn near. Our days are finished, for our end has come.
19 Our pursuers were faster than eagles in the sky.
    On the mountains they were in hot pursuit of us. In the wilderness they waited to ambush us.

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