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To the choirmaster: according to Lilies. A Psalm of David. Save me, O God! For the waters have come up to my neck.
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I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold; I have come into deep waters, and the flood sweeps over me.
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I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes grow dim with waiting for my God.
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More in number than the hairs of my head are those who hate me without cause; mighty are those who would destroy me, those who attack me with lies. What I did not steal must I now restore?
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O God, thou knowest my folly; the wrongs I have done are not hidden from thee.
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Let not those who hope in thee be put to shame through me, O Lord GOD of hosts; let not those who seek thee be brought to dishonor through me, O God of Israel.
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For it is for thy sake that I have borne reproach, that shame has covered my face.
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I have become a stranger to my brethren, an alien to my mother's sons.
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For zeal for thy house has consumed me, and the insults of those who insult thee have fallen on me.