Psalm
To the director; set to “The Lilies.” Of David.
69 Save me, O God, for the waters threaten my life.*+
2 I have sunk down into the deep mud, where there is no solid ground.+
I have come into deep waters,
And the rushing stream has swept me away.+
3 I am exhausted from calling out;+
My throat has become hoarse.
My eyes have grown weary while waiting for my God.+
4 Those hating me without cause+
Are more numerous than the hairs of my head.
Those who would do away with me,
My treacherous enemies,* have become many.
I was forced to hand over what I had not stolen.
5 O God, you are aware of my foolishness,
And my guilt is not hidden from you.
6 May those hoping in you not be put to shame because of me,
O Sovereign Lord, Jehovah of armies.
May those seeking you not be humiliated because of me,
O God of Israel.
8 I have become a stranger to my brothers,
A foreigner to the sons of my mother.+
9 Zeal for your house has consumed me,+
And the reproaches of those reproaching you have fallen upon me.+
11 When I made sackcloth my clothing,
I became an object of scorn* to them.
12 I am the talk of those sitting in the city gate,
And the drunkards make me the subject of their songs.
13 But may my prayer come to you,
O Jehovah, at an acceptable time.+
In your abundant loyal love, O God,
Answer me with your sure acts of salvation.+
14 Rescue me from the mire;
Do not let me sink down.
Rescue me from those who hate me
And from the deep waters.+
15 Do not let the rushing floodwaters sweep me away,+
Or let the deep swallow me,
16 Answer me, O Jehovah, for your loyal love is good.+
Answer me quickly, for I am in distress.+
18 Come near to me and rescue me;*
Redeem me on account of my enemies.
19 You know my reproach and my disgrace and my humiliation.+
You see all my foes.
20 Reproach has broken my heart, and the wound is incurable.*
22 Let their table become a trap for them,
And their prosperity, a snare.+
23 Let their eyes become darkened so that they cannot see,
And make their hips tremble constantly.
26 For they pursue the one whom you struck,
And they keep recounting the pains of those you wounded.
27 Add more guilt to their guilt,
And may they have no share in your righteousness.
28 Let them be erased from the book of the living,*+
And may they not be enrolled among the righteous.+
29 But I am afflicted and in pain.+
May your saving power, O God, protect me.
30 I will sing praises to the name of God,
And I will magnify him with thanksgiving.
31 This will please Jehovah more than a bull,
More than a young bull with horns and hooves.+
32 The meek will see it and rejoice.
You who are seeking God, may your hearts revive.
34 Let heaven and earth praise him,+
The seas and everything that moves in them.