49 My eyes flow and do not cease,without respite,
50 until the Lord from heavenlooks down and sees.
51 My eyes bring suffering to my soulat the fate of all the daughters of my city.
52 My enemies chased me like a bird,without cause.
53 They cut off my life in the pitand cast stones on me.
54 Waters flowed over my head;I said, “I am cut off!”
55 I called on Your name, O Lord,from the lowest pit.