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There are more people who hate me for no reason than hairs on my head;
    powerful enemies want to destroy me for no reason.
They make me pay back
    what I did not steal.

God, you know what I have done wrong;
    I cannot hide my guilt from you.
Lord God All-Powerful,
    do not let those who hope in you be ashamed because of me.
God of Israel,
    do not let your worshipers be disgraced because of me.

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