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51 My eyes bring me grief
because of the fate of all the women in my city.

צ Tsade

52 For no reason, my enemies[a]
hunted me like a bird.(A)
53 They smothered my life in[b] a pit(B)
and threw stones on me.

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Footnotes

  1. 3:52 Or Those who were my enemies for no reason
  2. 3:53 Or They ended my life in; Hb obscure