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I sink in the mud of the deep, and there is no foothold.
I have come to watery depths,
and the torrent floods over me.
I am weary with my calling out; my throat is parched.
My eyes are exhausted in my waiting for my God.
More numerous than the hairs of my head
are those hating me without a cause.
Those who are destroying me—my enemies wrongfully[a]— are mighty.
What I did not steal, I then must restore.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 69:4 Or, “those who oppose me with falsehood”