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I am worn out from calling for help,
    and my throat is aching.
I have strained my eyes,
    looking for your help.

(A)Those who hate me for no reason
    are more numerous than the hairs of my head.
My enemies tell lies against me;
    they are strong and want to kill me.
They made me give back things I did not steal.
My sins, O God, are not hidden from you;
    you know how foolish I have been.

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