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I sink into the deep mud, where there is no place to stand.
I have entered deep waters, and the rapids rush over me.
I am worn out from my crying. My throat is sore.
My eyes are blurry, as I wait for my God.

The Unfairness of His Enemies

Those who hate me without reason outnumber the hairs on my head.
Those who want to destroy me, my lying enemies, are strong.
I must repay things I did not steal.

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