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I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night [on] my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,

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I am worn out(A) from my groaning.(B)

All night long I flood my bed with weeping(C)
    and drench my couch with tears.(D)
My eyes grow weak(E) with sorrow;
    they fail because of all my foes.

Away from me,(F) all you who do evil,(G)
    for the Lord has heard my weeping.

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