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I am tired from calling for help;
    my throat is sore.
My eyes are tired from waiting
    for God to help me.
There are more people who hate me for no reason than hairs on my head;
    powerful enemies want to destroy me for no reason.
They make me pay back
    what I did not steal.

God, you know what I have done wrong;
    I cannot hide my guilt from you.

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