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Quicksand under me, swamp water over me; I'm going down for the third time.
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I'm hoarse from calling for help, Bleary-eyed from searching the sky for God.
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I've got more enemies than hairs on my head; Sneaks and liars are out to knife me in the back. What I never stole Must I now give back?
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God, you know every sin I've committed; My life's a wide-open book before you.
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Don't let those who look to you in hope Be discouraged by what happens to me, Dear Lord! God of the armies! Don't let those out looking for you Come to a dead end by following me - Please, dear God of Israel!
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Because of you I look like an idiot, I walk around ashamed to show my face.
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My brothers shun me like a bum off the street; My family treats me like an unwanted guest.
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I love you more than I can say. Because I'm madly in love with you, They blame me for everything they dislike about you.
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When I poured myself out in prayer and fasting, All it got me was more contempt.
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When I put on a sad face, They treated me like a clown.
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Now drunks and gluttons Make up drinking songs about me.