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I have sunk in deep mud,
    and there is no footing,
I have come into deep waters,
    and a flood sweeps over me.
I am worn out by my crying,
my throat is parched,
my eyes fail, waiting for my God.
Those who hate me without a cause[a] outnumber the hairs of my head.
Powerful are my enemies who would destroy me with lies.
What I did not steal, must I restore?

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 69:5 cf. John 15:25.