Psalm 69

Salvum me fac

Save me, O God *

for the waters are come in, even unto my soul.

I stick fast in the deep mire, where no ground is *

I am come into deep waters, so that the floods run over me.

I am weary of crying; my throat is dry *

my sight faileth me for waiting so long upon my God.

They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head *

they that are mine enemies, and would destroy me guiltless, are mighty.

I paid them the things that I never took *

God, thou knowest my simpleness, and my faults are not hid from thee.

Let not them that trust in thee, O Lord God of hosts, be ashamed for my cause *

let not those that seek thee be confounded through me, O Lord God of Israel.

And why? for thy sake have I suffered reproof *

shame hath covered my face.

I am become a stranger unto my brethren *

even an alien unto my mother’s children.

For the zeal of thine house hath even eaten me *

and the rebukes of them that rebuked thee are fallen upon me.

I wept, and chastened myself with fasting *

and that was turned to my reproof.

I put on sackcloth also *

and they jested upon me.

They that sit in the gate speak against me *

and the drunkards make songs upon me.

But, Lord, I make my prayer unto thee *

in an acceptable time.

Hear me, O God, in the multitude of thy mercy *

even in the truth of thy salvation.

Take me out of the mire, that I sink not *

O let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.

Let not the water-flood drown me, neither let the deep swallow me up *

and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.

Hear me, O Lord, for thy loving-kindness is comfortable *

turn thee unto me according to the multitude of thy mercies.

And hide not thy face from thy servant, for I am in trouble *

O haste thee, and hear me.

Draw nigh unto my soul, and save it *

O deliver me, because of mine enemies.

Thou hast known my reproof, my shame, and my dishonour *

mine adversaries are all in thy sight.

Thy rebuke hath broken my heart; I am full of heaviness *

I looked for some to have pity on me, but there was no man, neither found I any to comfort me.

They gave me gall to eat *

and when I was thirsty they gave me vinegar to drink.

Let their table be made a snare to take themselves withal *

and let the things that should have been for their wealth be unto them an occasion of falling.

Let their eyes be blinded, that they see not *

and ever bow thou down their backs.

Pour out thine indignation upon them *

and let thy wrathful displeasure take hold of them.

Let their habitation be void *

and no man to dwell in their tents.

For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten *

and they talk how they may vex them whom thou hast wounded.

Let them fall from one wickedness to another *

and not come into thy righteousness.

Let them be wiped out of the book of the living *

and not be written among the righteous.

As for me, when I am poor and in heaviness *

thy help, O God, shall lift me up.

I will praise the Name of God with a song *

and magnify it with thanksgiving.

This also shall please the Lord *

better than a bullock that hath horns and hoofs.

The humble shall consider this, and be glad *

seek ye after God, and your soul shall live.

For the Lord heareth the poor *

and despiseth not his prisoners.

Let heaven and earth praise him *

the sea, and all that moveth therein.

For God will save Sion, and build the cities of Judah *

that men may dwell there, and have it in possession.

The posterity also of his servants shall inherit it *

and they that love his Name shall dwell therein.

Psalm 70

Deus, in adjutorium

Haste thee, O God, to deliver me *

make haste to help me, O Lord.

Let them be ashamed and confounded that seek after my soul *

let them be turned backward and put to confusion that wish me evil.

Let them for their reward be soon brought to shame *

that cry over me, There, there.

But let all those that seek thee be joyful and glad in thee *

and let all such as delight in thy salvation say alway, The Lord be praised.

As for me, I am poor and in misery *

haste thee unto me, O God.

Thou art my helper and my redeemer *

O Lord, make no long tarrying.