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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 with 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 my head:
They that would cut me off, being mine enemies [a]wrongfully, are mighty:
That which I took not away I have to restore.

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  1. Psalm 69:4 Hebrew falsely.