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17 Even now our eyes waste away
    looking in vain for our help.
From our towers we watched
    for a nation that could not save us.
18 They hunted our steps,
    so we could not walk in our streets.
Our end was near.
    Our days were numbered, for our end had come.
19 Our pursuers were swifter
    than eagles of the sky;
they pursued us over the mountains;
    they ambushed us in the wilderness.

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