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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