Psalm 69

Psalm 69

For the director of music. To the tune of “Lilies.” Of David.

^*Save me, O God,

for the waters^a have come up to my neck.^b

I sink in the miry depths,^c

where there is no foothold.

I have come into the deep waters;

the floods engulf me.

I am worn out calling for help;^d

my throat is parched.

My eyes fail,^e

looking for my God.

Those who hate me^f without reason^g

outnumber the hairs of my head;

many are my enemies without cause,^h

those who seek to destroy me.ⁱ

I am forced to restore

what I did not steal.

You, God, know my folly;^j

my guilt is not hidden from you.^k

Lord, the Lord Almighty,

may those who hope in you

not be disgraced because of me;

God of Israel,

may those who seek you

not be put to shame because of me.

For I endure scorn^l for your sake,^m

and shame covers my face.ⁿ

I am a foreigner to my own family,

a stranger to my own mother’s children;^o

for zeal for your house consumes me,^p

and the insults of those who insult you fall on me.^q

When I weep and fast,^r

I must endure scorn;

when I put on sackcloth,^s

people make sport of me.

Those who sit at the gate^t mock me,

and I am the song of the drunkards.^u

But I pray to you, Lord,

in the time of your favor;^v

in your great love,^w O God,

answer me with your sure salvation.

Rescue me from the mire,

do not let me sink;

deliver me from those who hate me,

from the deep waters.^x

Do not let the floodwaters^y engulf me

or the depths swallow me up^z

or the pit close its mouth over me.^a

Answer me, Lord, out of the goodness of your love;^b

in your great mercy turn to me.

Do not hide your face^c from your servant;

answer me quickly,^d for I am in trouble.^e

Come near and rescue me;

redeem^f me because of my foes.

You know how I am scorned,^g disgraced and shamed;

all my enemies are before you.

Scorn has broken my heart

and has left me helpless;

I looked for sympathy, but there was none,

for comforters,^h but I found none.ⁱ

They put gall in my food

and gave me vinegar^j for my thirst.^k

May the table set before them become a snare;

may it become retribution and a trap.^l

May their eyes be darkened so they cannot see,

and their backs be bent forever.^m

Pour out your wrathⁿ on them;

let your fierce anger overtake them.

May their place be deserted;^o

let there be no one to dwell in their tents.^p

For they persecute those you wound

and talk about the pain of those you hurt.^q

Charge them with crime upon crime;^r

do not let them share in your salvation.^s

May they be blotted out of the book of life^t

and not be listed with the righteous.^u

But as for me, afflicted and in pain—

may your salvation, God, protect me.^v

I will praise God’s name in song^w

and glorify him^x with thanksgiving.

This will please the Lord more than an ox,

more than a bull with its horns and hooves.^y

The poor will see and be glad^z—

you who seek God, may your hearts live!^a

The Lord hears the needy^b

and does not despise his captive people.

Let heaven and earth praise him,

the seas and all that move in them,^c

for God will save Zion^d

and rebuild the cities of Judah.^e

Then people will settle there and possess it;

the children of his servants will inherit it,^f

and those who love his name will dwell there.^g