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I’m sinking down into the mud.
    There is nothing to stand on.
I am in deep water.
    The flood covers me.
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.
Those who want to destroy me are powerful.
    My enemies are liars.
They make me pay back
    what I did not steal.

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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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