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50 Quelled only by knowing that
    the Eternal looks down from heaven and sees.
51 Quickly I recoil from what my eyes see; I am choked with grief
    at the fate of the young women of my city.

52 Running me down, my enemies for no reason
    hunt me, a tiny bird.

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50 until the Lord looks down
    from heaven and sees.(A)
51 What I see brings grief to my soul
    because of all the women of my city.

52 Those who were my enemies without cause
    hunted me like a bird.(B)

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