Save me, O God.
Rising waters have reached my soul.
I sink in the mire without a foothold.
Deep waters like an overwhelming flood.
I am weary with my crying and my throat is parched.
My eyes fail while I wait for my God.
Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs on my head.
They are strong, who would destroy me?
Attacking me with their lies.
What I did not steal must I now restore.
O God, you know my folly, my wrongs I cannot hide.
May those who wait for you not be ashamed through me, O Lord God of hosts.
May those who seek you not be dismayed through me, O God of Israel.
For you I bear reproach.
Dishonor covers my face.
It's strange to my brothers, foreign to my mother's sons.
For zeal for your house has consumed me.
The reproaches aimed at you fall on me.
When I fast and weep, I am dishonored.
When I wear sackcloth, I become like their byword.
In the city gate they sit and talk about me.
I become the mocking song of the drunkards.
But as for me, my prayer is to you.
O Lord, in the time of your favor.
O God, in the greatness of your love.
Answer me with your saving truth.
Deliver from the mire, do not let me sink.
Save me from my foes and deep waters.
May the flood not sweep over me.
Nor the deep swallow me whole.
Nor the pit shut its mouth upon me.
O save me, save me, save me.
Answer me, O Lord, for your love is good.
In the depths of your compassion turn to me.
Do not hide your face from your servant.
See my distress and quickly answer me.
Draw near to my soul and redeem me.
And ransom me from my enemies.
You know my reproach, my shame, dishonor.
All my enemies are set before you.
Reproach breaks my heart and I am sickened.
I look for sympathy, but there was none.
And for comforters, but I found no one.
They give me gall for my food and vinegar for my drink.
Let their table become a snare to them.
And their welfare become their own trap.
May their eyes grow dim so they cannot see.
And their loins always veil them.
Pour on them your indignation and fierce anger.
May their camp be barren, let none dwell in their tents.
For they persecute him whom you have smitten.
And they relish the pain of your wounded.
Add guilt to their guilt, who miss your righteousness.
May they be blotted from the book of life.
I am afflicted and in pain, O God.
May your salvation set me safely on high.
I will praise the name of God with a song and magnify him with thanksgiving.
It will please the Lord better than an ox or a young bull with horns and hooves.
The humble shall see this and be glad.
You who seek God, let your hearts revive.
For the Lord hears the needy ones.
He will not neglect all those in prison.
O let heaven and earth praise him, the seas and all that moves therein.
For God will save Zion and build up Judah, that they may dwell there and possess it.
The descendants of his servants will inherit it, and those who love his name
will dwell there.
Yes, those who love his name will dwell there.
O those who love his name will dwell there.