Psalmi_068 Chapter 1

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Save me, O God; for the waters have come in to my soul.

I am stuck fast in deep mire, and there is no standing: I am come in to the depths of the sea, and a storm has overwhelmed me.

I am weary of crying, my throat has become hoarse; mine eyes have failed by my waiting on my God.

They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head: my enemies that persecute me unrighteously are strengthened: then I restored that which I took not away.

O God, thou knowest my foolishness; and my transgressions are not hidden from thee.

Let not them that wait on thee, O Lord of hosts, be ashamed on my account: let not them that seek thee, be ashamed on my account, O God of Israel.

For I have suffered reproach for thy sake; shame has covered my face.

I became strange to my brethren, and a stranger to my mother's children.

For the zeal of thine house has eaten me up; and the reproaches of them that reproached thee are fallen upon me.

And I bowed down my soul with fasting, and that was made my reproach.

And I put on sackcloth for my covering; and I became a proverb to them.

They that sit in the gate talked against me, and they that drank wine sang against me.

But I will cry to thee, O Lord, in my prayer; O God, it is a propitious time: in the multitude of thy mercy hear me, in the truth of thy salvation.

Save me from the mire, that I stick not in it: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and from the deep waters.

Let not the waterflood drown me, nor let the deep swallow me up; neither let the well shut its mouth upon me.

Hear me, O Lord; for thy mercy is good: according to the multitude of thy compassions look upon me.

And turn not away thy face from thy servant; for I am afflicted: hear me speedily.

Draw nigh to my soul and redeem it: deliver me because of mine enemies.

For thou knowest my reproach, and my shame, and my confusion; all that afflict me are before thee.

My soul has waited for reproach and misery; and I waited for one to grieve with me, but there was none; and for one to comfort me, but I found none.

They gave me also gall for my food, and made me drink vinegar for my thirst.

Let their table before them be for a snare, and for a recompense, and for a stumbling-block.

Let their eyes be darkened that they should not see; and bow down their back continually.

Pour out thy wrath upon them, and let the fury of thine anger take hold on them.

Let their habitation be made desolate; and let there be no inhabitant in their tents:

Because they persecuted him whom thou hast smitten; and they have added to the grief of my wounds.

Add iniquity to their iniquity; and let them not come into thy righteousness.

Let them be blotted out of the book of the living, and let them not be written with the righteous.

I am poor and sorrowful; but the salvation of thy countenance has helped me.

I will praise the name of my God with a song, I will magnify him with praise;