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My eyes are growing old and dim with grief because of all my enemies.

Go, leave me now, you men of evil deeds, for the Lord has heard my weeping and my pleading. He will answer all my prayers.

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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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