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I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold.
    I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
I am weary with my crying.
    My throat is dry.
    My eyes fail looking for my God.
Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head.
    Those who want to cut me off, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty.
    I have to restore what I didn’t take away.

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