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I am worn out from my crying. My throat is sore.
My eyes are blurry, as I wait for my God.

The Unfairness of His Enemies

Those who hate me without reason outnumber the hairs on my head.
Those who want to destroy me, my lying enemies, are strong.
I must repay things I did not steal.

His Guilt and Shame

God, you know my folly,
and my guilt is not hidden from you.

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