Psalm
To the director on The Lilies.*+ Of David.
69 Save me, O God, for the waters have come clear to the soul.*+
2 I have sunk down in deep mire, where there is no standing ground.+
I have come into profound waters,
3 I have become tired by my calling out;+
My throat has become hoarse.
My eyes have failed while waiting for my God.+
4 Those hating me without a cause have become even more than the hairs of my head.+
Those bringing me to silence, being my enemies for no reason, have become numerous.+
What I had not taken by robbery I then proceeded to give back.
5 O God, you yourself have come to know my foolishness,
And from you my own guiltiness has not been hidden.+
6 O may those hoping in you not be ashamed because of me,+
O Sovereign Lord, Jehovah of armies.+
O may those seeking you not be humiliated because of me,+
O God of Israel.+
9 For sheer zeal for your house has eaten me up,+
And the very reproaches of those reproaching you have fallen upon me.+
12 Those sitting in the gate began concerning themselves about me,+
And [I was] the subject of the songs of drinkers of intoxicating liquor.+
13 But as for me, my prayer was to you, O Jehovah,*+
At an acceptable time, O God.+
In the abundance of your loving-kindness answer me with the truth of salvation by you.+
14 Deliver me from the mire, that I may not sink down.+
O may I be delivered from those hating me+ and from the deep waters.+
15 O may not the flowing stream of waters wash me away,+
Nor the depth swallow me up,
Nor the well close its mouth over me.+
16 Answer me, O Jehovah, for your loving-kindness is good.+
According to the multitude of your mercies turn to me,+
17 And do not conceal your face from your servant.+
Because I am in sore straits, answer me quickly.+
19 You yourself have come to know my reproach and my shame and my humiliation.+
All those showing hostility to me are in front of you.+
20 Reproach itself has broken my heart, and [the wound] is incurable.+
And I kept hoping for someone to show sympathy, but there was none;+
And for comforters, but I found none.+
21 But for food* they gave [me] a poisonous plant,*+
And for my thirst they tried to make me drink vinegar.+
23 Let their eyes become darkened so as not to see;+
And cause their very hips to wobble constantly.+
26 For the one whom you yourself have struck they have pursued,+
And the pains of those pierced by you they keep recounting.
28 Let them be wiped out of the book of the living ones,*+
And with the righteous ones may they not be written in.+
31 This will also be more pleasing to Jehovah* than a bull,+
Than a young bull displaying horns, splitting the hoof.+
32 The meek ones will certainly see [it]; they will rejoice.+
YOU who are seeking God, let YOUR heart also keep alive.+