Lamentations March 18

49 My eyes flow and don’t stop.

There is no relief

50 until the Lord looks down

from the heavens and notices.

51 My eyes hurt me because of what’s

happened to my city’s daughters.

52 My enemies hunted me down like a bird,

relentlessly, for no reason.

53 They caught me alive in a pit

and threw stones at me;

54 water flowed over my head.

I thought: I’m finished.