Psalm 69
To the choirmaster: according to Lilies. Of David.
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.
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