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I have gone down into deep mud and there is no place to put my feet. I have come into deep waters and a flood comes over me. I have cried until I am tired. My mouth is dry. My eyes become weak while I wait for my God. Those who hate me, without a reason, are more than the hairs on my head. Those who want to destroy me are powerful. I am made to return things that I did not steal.

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