Psalm 69

Salvum me fac
1
Save me, O God  *
for the waters are come in, even unto my soul.
2
I stick fast in the deep mire, where no ground is *
I am come into deep waters, so that the floods run over me.
3
I am weary of crying; my throat is dry *
my sight faileth me for waiting so long upon my God.
4
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.
5
I paid them the things that I never took *
God, thou knowest my simpleness, and my faults are not hid from thee.
6
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.
7
And why? for thy sake have I suffered reproof *
shame hath covered my face.
8
I am become a stranger unto my brethren *
even an alien unto my mother’s children.
9
For the zeal of thine house hath even eaten me *
and the rebukes of them that rebuked thee are fallen upon me.
10
I wept, and chastened myself with fasting *
and that was turned to my reproof.
11
I put on sackcloth also *
and they jested upon me.
12
They that sit in the gate speak against me *
and the drunkards make songs upon me.
13
But, Lord, I make my prayer unto thee *
in an acceptable time.
14
Hear me, O God, in the multitude of thy mercy *
even in the truth of thy salvation.
15
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.
16
Let not the water-flood drown me, neither let the deep swallow me up *
and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.
17
Hear me, O Lord, for thy loving-kindness is comfortable *
turn thee unto me according to the multitude of thy mercies.
18
And hide not thy face from thy servant, for I am in trouble *
O haste thee, and hear me.
19
Draw nigh unto my soul, and save it *
O deliver me, because of mine enemies.
20
Thou hast known my reproof, my shame, and my dishonour *
mine adversaries are all in thy sight.
21
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.
22
They gave me gall to eat *
and when I was thirsty they gave me vinegar to drink.
23
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.
24
Let their eyes be blinded, that they see not *
and ever bow thou down their backs.
25
Pour out thine indignation upon them *
and let thy wrathful displeasure take hold of them.
26
Let their habitation be void *
and no man to dwell in their tents.
27
For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten *
and they talk how they may vex them whom thou hast wounded.
28
Let them fall from one wickedness to another *
and not come into thy righteousness.
29
Let them be wiped out of the book of the living *
and not be written among the righteous.
30
As for me, when I am poor and in heaviness *
thy help, O God, shall lift me up.
31
I will praise the Name of God with a song *
and magnify it with thanksgiving.
32
This also shall please the Lord *
better than a bullock that hath horns and hoofs.
33
The humble shall consider this, and be glad *
seek ye after God, and your soul shall live.
34
For the Lord heareth the poor *
and despiseth not his prisoners.
35
Let heaven and earth praise him *
the sea, and all that moveth therein.
36
For God will save Sion, and build the cities of Judah *
that men may dwell there, and have it in possession.
37
The posterity also of his servants shall inherit it *
and they that love his Name shall dwell therein.

Psalm 88

Domine Deus
1
O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee  *
O let my prayer enter into thy presence, incline thine ear unto my calling.
2
For my soul is full of trouble *
and my life draweth nigh unto hell.
3
I am counted as one of them that go down into the pit *
and I have been even as a man that hath no strength.
4
Free among the dead, like unto them that are wounded, and lie in the grave *
who are out of remembrance, and are cut away from thy hand.
5
Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit *
in a place of darkness, and in the deep.
6
Thine indignation lieth hard upon me *
and thou hast vexed me with all thy storms.
7
Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me *
and made me to be abhorred of them.
8
I am so fast in prison *
that I cannot get forth.
9
My sight faileth for very trouble *
Lord, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched forth my hands unto thee.
10
Dost thou shew wonders among the dead *
or shall the dead rise up again, and praise thee?
11
Shall thy loving-kindness be shewed in the grave *
or thy faithfulness in destruction?
12
Shall thy wondrous works be known in the dark *
and thy righteousness in the land where all things are forgotten?
13
Unto thee have I cried, O Lord *
and early shall my prayer come before thee.
14
Lord, why abhorrest thou my soul *
and hidest thou thy face from me?
15
I am in misery, and like unto him that is at the point to die *
even from my youth up thy terrors have I suffered with a troubled mind.
16
Thy wrathful displeasure goeth over me *
and the fear of thee hath undone me.
17
They came round about me daily like water *
and compassed me together on every side.
18
My lovers and friends hast thou put away from me *
and hid mine acquaintance out of my sight.