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I have sunk into deep mud.
    My feet can’t touch the bottom!
I have entered deep water;
    the flood has swept me up.
I am tired of crying.
    My throat is hoarse.
    My eyes are exhausted with waiting for my God.

More numerous than the hairs on my head
    are those who hate me for no reason.
My treacherous enemies,
    those who would destroy me, are countless.
    Must I now give back
    what I didn’t steal in the first place?

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I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of mine head: they that would destroy me, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: then I restored that which I took not away.

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I sink in deep (A)mire,
    where there is no foothold;
I have come into deep waters,
    and the flood (B)sweeps over me.
(C)I am weary with my crying out;
    (D)my throat is parched.
(E)My eyes grow dim
    with (F)waiting for my God.

(G)More in number than the hairs of my head
    are (H)those who hate me (I)without cause;
mighty are those who would destroy me,
    (J)those who attack me with lies.
What I did not steal
    must I now restore?

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I sink in the miry depths,(A)
    where there is no foothold.
I have come into the deep waters;
    the floods engulf me.
I am worn out calling for help;(B)
    my throat is parched.
My eyes fail,(C)
    looking for my God.
Those who hate me(D) without reason(E)
    outnumber the hairs of my head;
many are my enemies without cause,(F)
    those who seek to destroy me.(G)
I am forced to restore
    what I did not steal.

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