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I am weary with my crying;
    my throat is parched.
My eyes grow dim
    with waiting for my God.(A)

More in number than the hairs of my head
    are those who hate me without cause;
many are those who would destroy me,
    my enemies who accuse me falsely.
What I did not steal,
    must I now restore?(B)
O God, you know my folly;
    the wrongs I have done are not hidden from you.(C)

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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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