Psalms 69:2-25

²I have sunk in deep mire, And there is no standing, I have come into the depths of the waters, And a flood hath overflown me.

³I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.

⁴Those hating me without cause Have been more than the hairs of my head, Mighty have been my destroyers, My lying enemies, That which I took not away — I bring back.

⁵O God, Thou — Thou hast known Concerning my overturn, And my desolations from Thee have not been hid.

⁶Let not those waiting on Thee be ashamed because of me, O Lord, Jehovah of Hosts, Let not those seeking Thee Blush because of me, O God of Israel.

⁷For because of Thee I have borne reproach, Shame hath covered my face.

⁸A stranger I have been to my brother, And a foreigner to sons of my mother.

⁹For zeal for Thy house hath consumed me, And the reproaches of Thy reproachers Have fallen upon me.

¹⁰And I weep in the fasting of my soul, And it is for a reproach to me.

¹¹And I make my clothing sackcloth, And I am to them for a simile.

¹²Those sitting at the gate meditate concerning me, And those drinking strong drink, Play on instruments.

¹³And I — my prayer is to Thee, O Jehovah, A time of good pleasure, O God, In the abundance of Thy kindness, Answer me in the truth of Thy salvation.

¹⁴Deliver me from the mire, and let me not sink, Let me be delivered from those hating me, And from deep places of waters.

¹⁵Let not a flood of waters overflow me, Nor let the deep swallow me up, Nor let the pit shut her mouth upon me.

¹⁶Answer me, O Jehovah, for good is Thy kindness, According to the abundance Of Thy mercies turn Thou unto me,

¹⁷And hide not Thy face from Thy servant, For I am in distress — haste, answer me.

¹⁸Be near unto my soul — redeem it, Because of mine enemies ransom me.

¹⁹Thou — Thou hast known my reproach, And my shame, and my blushing, Before Thee are all mine adversaries.

²⁰Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am sick, And I look for a bemoaner, and there is none, And for comforters, and I have found none.

²¹And they give for my food gall, And for my thirst cause me to drink vinegar.

²²Their table before them is for a snare, And for a recompence — for a trap.

²³Darkened are their eyes from seeing, And their loins continually shake Thou.

²⁴Pour upon them Thine indignation, And the fierceness of Thine anger doth seize them.

²⁵Their tower is desolated, In their tents there is no dweller.