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I am sinking in deep mire,
    and there is no solid ground.[a]
I have come into deep water,
    and the flood overwhelms me.
I am exhausted from calling for help.
    My throat is parched.
        My eyes are strained from looking for God.

Those who hate me without cause
    are more than the hairs of my head.
My persecutors are mighty,
    and they want to destroy me.
        Must I be forced to return what I did not steal?

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 69:2 Or foothold