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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.

Lord God of heavenly forces!—
    don’t let those who hope in you
        be put to shame because of me.
God of Israel!—
    don’t let those who seek you
    be disgraced because of me.

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Those who hate me(A) without reason(B)
    outnumber the hairs of my head;
many are my enemies without cause,(C)
    those who seek to destroy me.(D)
I am forced to restore
    what I did not steal.

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

Lord, the Lord Almighty,
    may those who hope in you
    not be disgraced because of me;
God of Israel,
    may those who seek you
    not be put to shame because of me.

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