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My eyes burn, devoured with grief;
    they grow weak as I constantly watch for my enemies.

All who are evil, stay away from me
    because the Eternal hears my voice, listens as I cry.
The Eternal God hears my simple prayers;
    He receives my request.

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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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