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I’m sinking down into the mud,
    and there is nothing to stand on.
I am in deep water,
    and the flood covers me.
I am tired from calling for help;
    my throat is sore.
My eyes are tired from waiting
    for God to help me.
There are more people who hate me for no reason than hairs on my head;
    powerful enemies want to destroy me for no reason.
They make me pay back
    what I did not steal.

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I sink in the miry depths,(A)
    where there is no foothold.
I have come into the deep waters;
    the floods engulf me.
I am worn out calling for help;(B)
    my throat is parched.
My eyes fail,(C)
    looking for my God.
Those who hate me(D) without reason(E)
    outnumber the hairs of my head;
many are my enemies without cause,(F)
    those who seek to destroy me.(G)
I am forced to restore
    what I did not steal.

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