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I am weary of my crying;
    my throat is parched;
my eyes fail
    while I wait for my God.
Those who hate me without cause
    are more than the hairs of my head;
they are mighty
    who would destroy me, being my wrongful enemies,
so that I must pay back
    what I did not steal.

O God, You know my folly,
    and my sins are not hidden from You.

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