Psalm 69
1Save me, O God; for the waters my life. 2I am sunk in depths of mire, there is none. I am come into deep deep waters, the flood overwhelms me. 3I am weary of crying, my throat is parched, are wasted with waiting for God. 4More than the hairs of my head are those who wantonly hate me. my bones in number are those who are falsely my foes. That which I never robbed, I then to restore? 5O God, you know my folly, my guilt is not hidden from you. 6Through me let not any be shamed, who wait for you, Lord God of hosts. Through me let not those be confounded who seek you, O God of Israel. 7It’s in your cause that I have borne taunts, and my face has been covered with shame; 8I became to my kindred a foreigner, to my mother’s sons a stranger. 9It was zeal for your house that consumed me, and the insults they hurled at you fell upon me. 10When I chastened myself with fasting, they took occasion to taunt me. 11When I put on a garment of sackcloth, they made me the theme of a taunt-song. 12Those who sit in the gate make sport of me in the music of drunken songs. 13But I pray to you, Lord, for a time of favor. In your great love answer me; with your loyal help, save me 14from sinking down in the mire. Lift me out of the deep deep waters, 15that the rushing flood may not drown me, that the deep may not swallow me up, the pit close her mouth upon me. 16Answer me, Lord, in your gracious kindness, to me in your great compassion. 17Hide not your face from your servant, for I am in trouble; O answer me speedily. 18Draw near to me, redeem me; because of my enemies, ransom me. 19You know how I am insulted; in your sight are all my foes. 20Insult has broken my heart, are my shame and confusion. For pity I looked – there was none! And for comforters, but I found none. 21Poison they gave me for food, and to slake my thirst they gave vinegar. 22May their table, outspread, be a trap to them, and their peace-offerings be a snare. 23May their eyes be darkened and blind, them shake without ceasing. 24Pour your indignation upon them, your burning wrath overtake them. 25May their camp be a desolation, in their tents be there none to live. 26For those whom you struck, they persecute, and those whom you wounded, they pain yet more. 27Charge them with sin upon sin, they not be acquitted by you. 28From the book of life be they blotted, may their names not be written with the righteous. 29Lift me, O God, by your help my pain and misery. 30Then will I praise God in song and magnify him with thanksgiving, 31which shall please the Lord better than ox, with horns and hoofs. 32The oppressed shall rejoice at the sight. You who seek after God, let your heart revive. 33For the Lord listens to the poor, he does not despise his prisoners. 34Let the heavens and the earth sing his praises, the seas, and all creatures that move in them. 35For God will bring help to Zion, and build up the cities of Judah, his people shall live there in possession.