45 You make us as scum and refuse In the midst of the peoples.
46 All our enemies have opened their mouth against us.
47 Fear and a snare have come upon us, Shame and ruin.
48 Streams of water run down my eye For the ruin of the daughter of my people.
49 My eye flows out and does not cease, Without stopping,
50 Until יהוה looks down and sees from the heavens.
51 My eye pains my being Because of all the daughters of my city.