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I am weary of my crying; my throat is dried; my eyes fail while I wait for my God.

Those that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head; those that would destroy me, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty; then I restored that which I did not take away.

O God, thou knowest my foolishness, and my guiltiness is not hid from thee.

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I am worn out calling for help;(A)
    my throat is parched.
My eyes fail,(B)
    looking for my God.
Those who hate me(C) without reason(D)
    outnumber the hairs of my head;
many are my enemies without cause,(E)
    those who seek to destroy me.(F)
I am forced to restore
    what I did not steal.

You, God, know my folly;(G)
    my guilt is not hidden from you.(H)

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