Psalm 69

Salvum me fac

Save me, O God, *

for the waters have come up even to my neck.

I sink down in the deep mire, where there is no ground; *

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

I am weary of crying; my throat is dry; *

my sight fails me from waiting so long for my God.

Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head; *

those who are my enemies, and would destroy me wrongfully, are mighty.

They bid me restore things I never took. *

O God, you know my foolishness, and my faults are not hidden from you.

Let not those who trust in you, O Lord God of hosts, be ashamed because of me; *

let not those who seek you be confounded through me, O God of Israel.

Surely for your sake have I suffered reproach; *

shame has covered my face.

I have become a stranger to my brethren, *

unknown to my mother’s children,

Because zeal for your house has consumed me, *

and the reproaches of those who reproached you have fallen upon me.

I wept, and humbled myself with fasting, *

but that was turned to my reproach.

I put on sackcloth also, *

and I became a byword among them.

Those who sit in the gate speak against me, *

and the drunkards make songs about me.

But, Lord, I make my prayer to you *

in an acceptable time.

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

even in the truth of your salvation.

Take me out of the mire, lest I sink; *

O let me be delivered from those who hate me, and out of the deep waters.

Let not the floodwaters drown me, neither let the deep swallow me up, *

and let not the pit shut its mouth upon me.

Hear me, O Lord, for your loving-kindness is good; *

turn to me according to the multitude of your mercies;

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

O hasten and hear me.

Draw near to me and save me; *

O deliver me because of my enemies.

You have known my reproach, my shame, and my dishonor; *

my adversaries are all in your sight.

Reproach has broken my heart; I am full of heaviness; *

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

They gave me gall to eat, *

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

Let their table become a snare for them, *

and let their prosperity become a trap for them.

Let their eyes be blinded, that they may not see, *

and make their loins tremble continually.

Pour out your indignation upon them, *

and let your wrathful displeasure overtake them.

Let their habitation be desolate, *

and let no one dwell in their tents.

For they persecute him whom you have stricken, *

and they talk of the pain of those you have wounded.

Lay to their charge guilt upon guilt, *

and let them not receive your vindication.

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 pain, *

your 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 *

more than an ox or a bullock that has horns and hooves.

The humble shall consider this and be glad; *

seek after God and your hearts shall live.

For the Lord hears the poor *

and does not despise his prisoners.

Let heaven and earth praise him, *

the sea, and all that moves therein.

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

that they may dwell there and have it in possession.

The posterity of his servants shall inherit it, *

and those who love his Name shall dwell therein.