Psalms 69:8-22

⁸I became to my kindred a foreigner, to my mother's sons a stranger.

⁹It was zeal for your house that consumed me, and the insults they hurled at you fell upon me.

¹⁰When I chastened myself with fasting, they took occasion to taunt me.

¹¹When I put on a garment of sackcloth, they made me the theme of a taunt-song.

¹²Those who sit in the gate make sport of me in the music of drunken songs.

¹³But I pray to you, Lord, for a time of favor. In your great love answer me; with your loyal help, save me

¹⁴from sinking down in the mire. Lift me out of the deep deep waters,

¹⁵that the rushing flood may not drown me, that the deep may not swallow me up, nor the pit close her mouth upon me.

¹⁶Answer me, Lord, in your gracious kindness, turn to me in your great compassion.

¹⁷Hide not your face from your servant, for I am in trouble; O answer me speedily.

¹⁸Draw near to me, redeem me; because of my enemies, ransom me.

¹⁹You know how I am insulted; in your sight are all my foes.

²⁰Insult has broken my heart, past cure are my shame and confusion. For pity I looked — there was none! And for comforters, but I found none.

²¹Poison they gave me for food, and to slake my thirst they gave vinegar.

²²May their table, outspread, be a trap to them, and their peace-offerings be a snare.