David Feels Low … Save me, God, for the water has risen to my neck.… I am weary from my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God. Those who hate me without cause are more numerous than the hairs of my head; my deceitful enemies, who would destroy me, are powerful. Though I did not steal, I must repay (vv. 1, 3–4). There is nothing more disconcerting than being unjustly accused, since denial is the weakest form of defense. David finds himself in