I am (A)weary with my sighing;
Every night I make my bed swim,
I flood my couch with (B)my tears.
My (C)eye has wasted away with grief;
It has grown old because of all my enemies.

(D)Leave me, all you who practice injustice,
For the Lord (E)has heard the sound of my weeping.

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