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51 Quickly I recoil from what my eyes see; I am choked with grief
    at the fate of the young women of my city.

52 Running me down, my enemies for no reason
    hunt me, a tiny bird.
53 Rattling my bones with stones thrown down on my head,
    having flung me mercilessly in a pit.

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51 What I see brings grief to my soul
    because of all the women of my city.

52 Those who were my enemies without cause
    hunted me like a bird.(A)
53 They tried to end my life in a pit(B)
    and threw stones at me;

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