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I am weary with my crying, my throat is parched; mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head; they that would destroy me, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: then I restored that which I took not away.

Thou, O God, knowest my foolishness, and my trespasses are not hidden from thee.

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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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