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10 Like blind men we grope along a wall,
    feeling our way like those bereft of eyes.
We stumble at noon as if it were twilight;
    in the midst of the strong we are like the dead.
11 All of us growl like bears;
    like doves we continue to moan mournfully.
We wait for justice but receive none,
    for deliverance but it is far from us.
12 For our transgressions against you are numerous,
    and our sins bear witness against us.
We are unable to forget our offenses,
    and we are well aware of our iniquities:

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