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More in number than the hairs of my head are those who hate me without cause; many are those who would destroy me, my enemies who accuse me falsely. What I did not steal must I now restore?
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O God, you know my folly; the wrongs I have done are not hidden from you.
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Do not let those who hope in you be put to shame because of me, O Lord God of hosts; do not let those who seek you be dishonored because of me, O God of Israel.
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It is for your sake that I have borne reproach, that shame has covered my face.
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I have become a stranger to my kindred, an alien to my mother's children.
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It is zeal for your house that has consumed me; the insults of those who insult you have fallen on me.
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When I humbled my soul with fasting, they insulted me for doing so.
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When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.
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I am the subject of gossip for those who sit in the gate, and the drunkards make songs about me.
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But as for me, my prayer is to you, O Lord. At an acceptable time, O God, in the abundance of your steadfast love, answer me. With your faithful help
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rescue me from sinking in the mire; let me be delivered from my enemies and from the deep waters.