Psalms 69

A cry of distress, and imprecation on adversaries.

I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing:

I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried:

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

O God, thou knowest my foolishness;

Let not them that wait for thee be put to shame through me, O Lord Jehovah of hosts:

Because for thy sake I have borne reproach;

I am become a stranger unto my brethren,

For the zeal of thy house hath eaten me up;

When I wept, and chastened my soul with fasting,

When I made sackcloth my clothing,

They that sit in the gate talk of me;

But as for me, my prayer is unto thee, O Jehovah, in an acceptable time:

Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink:

Let not the waterflood overwhelm me,

Answer me, O Jehovah; for thy lovingkindness is good:

And hide not thy face from thy servant;

Draw nigh unto my soul, and redeem it:

Thou knowest my reproach, and my shame, and my dishonor:

Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness:

They gave me also gall for my food;

Let their table before them become a snare;

Let their eyes be darkened, so that they cannot see;

Pour out thine indignation upon them,

Let their habitation be desolate;

For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten;

Add iniquity unto their iniquity;

Let them be blotted out of the book of life,

But I am poor and sorrowful:

I will praise the name of God with a song,

And it will please Jehovah better than an ox,

The meek have seen it, and are glad:

For Jehovah heareth the needy,

Let heaven and earth praise him,

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

The seed also of his servants shall inherit it;