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abecause my sins outnumbered
the grains of sand by the sea.
My sins are many, Lord; they are many.
I am not worthy to look up,
to gaze into heaven
    because of my many sins.

Syriac

bNow, Lord, I suffer justly.
    I deserve the troubles I encounter.
    Already I’m caught in a trap.
10 I’m held down by iron chains
    so that I can’t lift up my head
    because of my sins.
There’s no relief for me,
    because I made you angry,
    doing wrong in front of your face,
    setting up false gods
    and committing offenses.

11 Now I bow down before you
    from deep within my heart,
    begging for your kindness.

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