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My eye has grown weak with sorrow. It has grown old because of all who hate me. Go away from me, all you who sin. For the Lord has heard the sound of my crying. The Lord has heard my cry for help. 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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