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I am weary of howling;
    my throat is scratched dry.
I still look for my God
    even though my eyes fail.

My enemies despise me without any cause;
    they outnumber the hairs on my head.
They torment me with their power;
    they have absolutely no reason to hate me.
Now I am set to pay for crimes
    I have never committed!
O True God, my foolish ways are plain before You;
    my mistakes—no, nothing can be hidden from You.

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