44 You covered yourself with a cloudso that no prayer could get through it.
45 You made us the scum and trash of the nations.
46 All our enemies gawk at us.
47 Panic and pitfalls have found us, so have devastation and destruction.
48 “Streams of tears run down from my eyesover the ruin of my dear people.
49 My eyes will keep flowing without stopping for a moment
50 until the Lord looks down from heaven and sees.