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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 of my crying; my throat is dried; my eyes fail while I wait for my God.

Those that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head; those that would destroy me, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty; then I restored that which I did not take away.

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