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I sink in the deep mire, where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, and the streams run over me.

I am weary from crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail while I wait for my God.

Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head. Those who would destroy me, and are wrongfully my enemies, are mighty. Thus, I restored that which I did not take.

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