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I am tired of crying.
    My throat is hoarse.
    My eyes are exhausted with waiting for my God.

More numerous than the hairs on my head
    are those who hate me for no reason.
My treacherous enemies,
    those who would destroy me, are countless.
    Must I now give back
    what I didn’t steal in the first place?
God, you know my foolishness;
    my wrongdoings aren’t hidden from you.

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I am worn out calling for help;(A)
    my throat is parched.
My eyes fail,(B)
    looking for my God.
Those who hate me(C) without reason(D)
    outnumber the hairs of my head;
many are my enemies without cause,(E)
    those who seek to destroy me.(F)
I am forced to restore
    what I did not steal.

You, God, know my folly;(G)
    my guilt is not hidden from you.(H)

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