Psalm 69
For the director of music. To the tune of “Lilies.” Of David.
God, save me, the waters rise higher and higher,
they're up to my neck — past my chest!
Now deeper and deeper I sink in the mire,
my feet can't find purchase to rest.
I have entered the deep and it threatens to sweep
me away — overwhelmed, I'm distressed.
Exhausted and weary from all of my wailing;
my throat's parched and dry; rough and red.
From weeping, my eyes are now swollen and failing,
awaiting for God by my bed.
Those unsheathing their claws, or who hate without cause
will outnumber the hairs on my head.
Though I have not stolen, they seek restitution.
My folly, to you God, is known;
my guilt can't be hidden from you in seclusion.
Because of the sins that I own,
shame not those who trust you for those things that I do;
God of Jacob is my God, alone.
Because of your sake I am humiliated.
Estranged from my brothers, I've learned —
my mother's own sons act like we're not related!
My zeal for your house has me burned;
all the scorn meant for you has been heaped on me, too.
For my weeping and fasting, I'm spurned.
When dressed in my sackcloth of sorrow and pity,
I'm mocked as a joke on their tongue.
I'm scorned when they sit at the gate of the city;
the song of which drunkards have sung.
I keep praying my prayer that you show me you care,
that my prayer for salvation will come.
Save me from the muck lest I sink while I wallow;
from depths and the foes that I face.
Don't let any floods or the pit ever swallow
me up with its mouth, with no trace.
Hear my prayer, LORD, and plea: let your love cover me,
with abundance of mercy and grace.
LORD, hear me for your lovingkindness is fervent;
because of your grace, turn toward me.
Do not turn away from me, I am your servant;
and answer me, LORD, speedily!
LORD, embrace my soul, may you redeem it, I pray,
give me freedom from my enemy.
You know my reproach, and the shame I am wearing;
to you all my foes are made known.
Their insults have broken my heart — I'm despairing;
no comfort is found — I'm alone.
They put gall in my meat, which is bitter to eat,
sour wine, making my belly grown.
May they be ensnared by their bountiful table;
may peace be a trap they mistake.
May their eyes grow dim so that they are unable
to see — let their loins ever shake.
Pour your wrath out like fire and consume them with ire.
Let none dwell in their homes for their sake.
For those you have punished, they too, persecuted;
recounting the pain others bear.
Add guilt on their guilt for their crimes executed;
don't let your salvation be shared.
Blot their names, in your rage, from the Book of Life's page;
nor count them with the righteous ones there.
For me, I am poor with such painful afflictions;
O God, your salvation is sought.
I'll sing and I'll praise God with upmost convictions,
and all the thanksgiving I've got.
For I know this will please the LORD better than these
bulls and oxen with horns that I've brought.
The humble will see God at work and be gladdened;
those hearts seeking God — he sustains.
The LORD hears the cries of the needy and saddened;
he scorns not his own in their chains.
Let the heavens and earth praise him for all his worth,
and the seas with the things they contain.
For God will save Zion, her cities — rebuild them;
the cities of Judah remade.
His people will dwell in the towns — they've refilled them.
Descendants of those who obeyed
will inherit the same, and those loving his name
will all dwell in that land unafraid.
God, save me, the waters rise higher and higher,
they're up to my neck — past my chest!
Now deeper and deeper I sink in the mire,
my feet can't find purchase to rest.
I have entered the deep and it threatens to sweep
me away — overwhelmed, I'm distressed.
Exhausted and weary from all of my wailing;
my throat's parched and dry; rough and red.
From weeping, my eyes are now swollen and failing,
awaiting for God by my bed.
Those unsheathing their claws, or who hate without cause
will outnumber the hairs on my head.
Though I have not stolen, they seek restitution.
My folly, to you God, is known;
my guilt can't be hidden from you in seclusion.
Because of the sins that I own,
shame not those who trust you for those things that I do;
God of Jacob is my God, alone.
Because of your sake I am humiliated.
Estranged from my brothers, I've learned —
my mother's own sons act like we're not related!
My zeal for your house has me burned;
all the scorn meant for you has been heaped on me, too.
For my weeping and fasting, I'm spurned.
When dressed in my sackcloth of sorrow and pity,
I'm mocked as a joke on their tongue.
I'm scorned when they sit at the gate of the city;
the song of which drunkards have sung.
I keep praying my prayer that you show me you care,
that my prayer for salvation will come.
Save me from the muck lest I sink while I wallow;
from depths and the foes that I face.
Don't let any floods or the pit ever swallow
me up with its mouth, with no trace.
Hear my prayer, LORD, and plea: let your love cover me,
with abundance of mercy and grace.
LORD, hear me for your lovingkindness is fervent;
because of your grace, turn toward me.
Do not turn away from me, I am your servant;
and answer me, LORD, speedily!
LORD, embrace my soul, may you redeem it, I pray,
give me freedom from my enemy.
You know my reproach, and the shame I am wearing;
to you all my foes are made known.
Their insults have broken my heart — I'm despairing;
no comfort is found — I'm alone.
They put gall in my meat, which is bitter to eat,
sour wine, making my belly grown.
May they be ensnared by their bountiful table;
may peace be a trap they mistake.
May their eyes grow dim so that they are unable
to see — let their loins ever shake.
Pour your wrath out like fire and consume them with ire.
Let none dwell in their homes for their sake.
For those you have punished, they too, persecuted;
recounting the pain others bear.
Add guilt on their guilt for their crimes executed;
don't let your salvation be shared.
Blot their names, in your rage, from the Book of Life's page;
nor count them with the righteous ones there.
For me, I am poor with such painful afflictions;
O God, your salvation is sought.
I'll sing and I'll praise God with upmost convictions,
and all the thanksgiving I've got.
For I know this will please the LORD better than these
bulls and oxen with horns that I've brought.
The humble will see God at work and be gladdened;
those hearts seeking God — he sustains.
The LORD hears the cries of the needy and saddened;
he scorns not his own in their chains.
Let the heavens and earth praise him for all his worth,
and the seas with the things they contain.
For God will save Zion, her cities — rebuild them;
the cities of Judah remade.
His people will dwell in the towns — they've refilled them.
Descendants of those who obeyed
will inherit the same, and those loving his name
will all dwell in that land unafraid.
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