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I am weary with crying out;
    my throat is parched.
My eyes fail,
    from looking for my God.(A)
More numerous than the hairs of my head
    are those who hate me without cause.(B)
Those who would destroy me are mighty,
    my enemies without reason.
Must I now restore
    what I did not steal?[a]

II

God, you know my folly;
    my faults are not hidden from you.

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Footnotes

  1. 69:5 What I did not steal: the psalmist, falsely accused of theft, is being forced to make restitution.

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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