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.
56 You have heard my plea:“Do not close Your ear to my cry for help!”
57 You drew near on the day I called on You,and You said, “Do not fear!”