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My eyesight has faded because of grief,
    it has dimmed because of all my enemies.

Get away from me, all of you who practice evil,
    for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
The Lord has heard my plea;
    the Lord receives my prayer.

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My eyes grow weak(A) with sorrow;
    they fail because of all my foes.

Away from me,(B) all you who do evil,(C)
    for the Lord has heard my weeping.
The Lord has heard my cry for mercy;(D)
    the Lord accepts my prayer.

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