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I am weary with my calling out; my throat is parched.
My eyes are exhausted in my waiting for my God.
More numerous than the hairs of my head
are those hating me without a cause.
Those who are destroying me—my enemies wrongfully[a]— are mighty.
What I did not steal, I then must restore.
O God, you yourself know[b] my foolishness,
and my guilty deeds are not hidden from you.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 69:4 Or, “those who oppose me with falsehood”
  2. Psalm 69:5 Literally “you, you know”