3:47. Phe. Prophecy is become to us a fear, and a snare, and destruction.
3:48. Phe. My eye hath run down with streams of water, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.
3:49. Ain. My eye is afflicted, and hath not been quiet, because there was no rest:
3:50. Ain. Till the Lord regarded and looked down from the heavens.
3:51. Ain. My eye hath wasted my soul because of all the daughters of my city.
3:52. Sade. My enemies have chased me and caught me like a bird, without cause.
3:53. Sade. My life is fallen into the pit, and they have laid a stone over me.
3:54. Sade. Waters have flowed over my head: I said: I am cut off.
3:55. Coph. I have called upon thy name, O Lord, from the lowest pit.
3:56. Coph. Thou hast heard my voice: turn not away thy ear from my sighs, and cries.