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

They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of mine head; they that would destroy me, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty. Then I was made to restore that which I took not away.

O God, Thou knowest my foolishness, and my sins are not hid from Thee.

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