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I am (A)weary with my (B)moaning;
    every night I flood my bed with tears;
    I drench my couch with my weeping.
My (C)eye wastes away because of grief;
    it grows weak because of all my foes.
(D)Depart from me, all you (E)workers of evil,
    for the Lord (F)has heard the sound of my weeping.

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