Psalm 69

To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, A Psalm of David.

1        Save me, O God, because the floods

                   do so environ me,

          That ev'n unto my very soul

                   come in the waters be.

2        I downward in deep mire do sink,

                   where standing there is none:

          I am into deep waters come,

                   where floods have o'er me gone.

3        I weary with my crying am,

                   my throat is also dry'd;

          Mine eyes do fail, while for my God

                   I waiting do abide.

4        Those men that do without a cause

                   bear hatred unto me,

          Than are the hairs upon my head

                   in number more they be:

          They that would me destroy, and are

                   mine en'mies wrongfully,

          Are mighty: so what I took not,

                   to render forc'd was I.

5        Lord, thou my folly know'st, my sins

                   not cover'd are from thee.

6        Let none that wait on thee be sham'd,

                   Lord God of hosts, for me.

          O Lord, the God of Israel,

                   let none, who search do make,

          And seek thee, be at any time

                   confounded for my sake.

7        For I have borne reproach for thee,

                   my face is hid with shame.

8        To brethren strange, to mother's sons

                   an alien I became.

9        Because the zeal did eat me up,

                   which to thine house I bear;

          And the reproaches cast at thee,

                   upon me fallen are.

10      My tears and fasts, t' afflict my soul,

                   were turned to my shame.

11      When sackcloth I did wear, to them

                   a proverb I became.

12      The men that in the gate do sit

                   against me evil spake;

          They also that vile drunkards were

                   of me their song did make.

13      But, in an acceptable time,

                   my pray'r, Lord, is to thee:

          In truth of thy salvation, Lord,

                   and mercy great, hear me.

14      Deliver me out of the mire,

                   from sinking do me keep;

          Free me from those that do me hate,

                   and from the waters deep.

15      Let not the flood on me prevail,

                   whose water overflows;

          Nor deep me swallow, nor the pit

                   her mouth upon me close.

16      Hear me, O Lord, because thy love

                   and kindness is most good;

          Turn unto me, according to

                   thy mercies' multitude.

17      Nor from thy servant hide thy face:

                   I'm troubled, soon attend.

18      Draw near my soul, and it redeem;

                   me from my foes defend.

19      To thee is my reproach well known,

                   my shame, and my disgrace:

          Those that mine adversaries be

                   are all before thy face.

20      Reproach hath broke my heart; I'm full

                   of grief: I look'd for one

          To pity me, but none I found;

                   comforters found I none.

21      They also bitter gall did give

                   unto me for my meat:

          They gave me vinegar to drink,

                   when as my thirst was great.

22      Before them let their table prove

                   a snare; and do thou make

          Their welfare and prosperity

                   a trap themselves to take.

23      Let thou their eyes so darken'd be,

                   that sight may them forsake;

          And let their loins be made by thee

                   continually to shake.

24      Thy fury pour thou out on them,

                   and indignation;

          And let thy wrathful anger, Lord,

                   fast hold take them upon.

25      All waste and desolate let be

                   their habitation;

          And in their tabernacles all

                   inhabitants be none.

26      Because him they do persecute,

                   whom thou didst smite before;

          They talk unto the grief of those

                   whom thou hast wounded sore.

27      Add thou iniquity unto

                   their former wickedness;

          And do not let them come at all

                   into thy righteousness.

28      Out of the book of life let them

                   be raz'd and blotted quite;

          Among the just and righteous

                   let not their names be writ.

29      But now become exceeding poor

                   and sorrowful am I:

          By thy salvation, O my God,

                   let me be set on high.

30      The name of God I with a song

                   most cheerfully will praise;

          And I, in giving thanks to him,

                   his name shall highly raise.

31      This to the Lord a sacrifice

                   more gracious shall prove

          Than bullock, ox, or any beast

                   that hath both horn and hoof.

32      When this the humble men shall see,

                   it joy to them shall give:

          O all ye that do seek the Lord,

                   your hearts shall ever live.

33      For God the poor hears, and will not

                   his prisoners contemn.

34      Let heav'n, and earth, and seas, him praise,

                   and all that move in them.

35      For God will Judah's cities build,

                   and he will Sion save,

          That they may dwell therein, and it

                   in sure possession have.

36      And they that are his servants' seed

                   inherit shall the same;

          So shall they have their dwelling there

                   that love his blessed name.