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More numerous than the hairs of my head
    are those who hate me without cause.(A)
Those who would destroy me are mighty,
    my enemies without reason.
Must I now restore
    what I did not steal?[a]

II

God, you know my folly;
    my faults are not hidden from you.
Let those who wait in hope for you, Lord of hosts,
    not be shamed because of me.
Let those who seek you, God of Israel,(B)
    not be disgraced because of me.

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Footnotes

  1. 69:5 What I did not steal: the psalmist, falsely accused of theft, is being forced to make restitution.