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- when I put on sackcloth, people make sport of me.
- Those who sit at the gate mock me, and I am the song of the drunkards.
- But I pray to you, O LORD, in the time of your favor; in your great love, O God, answer me with your sure salvation.
- Rescue me from the mire, do not let me sink; deliver me from those who hate me, from the deep waters.
- Do not let the floodwaters engulf me or the depths swallow me up or the pit close its mouth over me.
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