Psalm 69 To Chief Musician Upon Shoshanim A Psalm of David
my face.
I am become a stranger unto my brethren, and an alien unto my mother's children.
For the zeal of thine house hath eaten me up, and the reproaches of them that
reproach thee are fallen upon me.
When I wept and chastened my soul with fasting, that was to my reproach.
I made sackcloth also my garment, and I became a proverb to them.
They that sit in the gate speak against me, and I was the song of the drunkards.
But as for me, my prayer is unto thee, O Lord, in an acceptable time.
O God, in the multitude of thy mercy, hear me in the truth of thy salvation.
Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink.
Let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.
Let not the water flood overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up,
and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.
Hear me, O Lord, for thy lovingkindness is good.
Turn unto me according to the multitude of thy tender mercies, and hide not thy face
from thy servant, for I am in trouble.
Hear me speedily.
Draw nigh unto my soul, and redeem it.
Deliver me because of mine enemies.
Thou hast known my reproach, and my shame, and my dishonor.
Mine adversaries are all before thee.
Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness.
And I looked for some to take pity, but there was none, and for comforters,
but I found none.
They gave me also gall for my meat, and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to
drink.
Let their table become a snare before them, and that which should have been for
their welfare, let it become a trap.
Let their eyes be darkened that they see not, and make their loins continually to
shake.
Pour out thine indignation upon them, and let thy wrathful anger take hold of
them.
Let their habitation be desolate, and let none dwell in their tents,
for they persecute him whom thou hast smitten, and they talk to the grief of
those whom thou hast wounded.
Add iniquity unto their iniquity, and let them not come into thy
righteousness.
Let them be blotted out of the book of the living, and not be written with the
righteous.
But I am poor and sorrowful.
Let thy salvation, O God, set me up on high.
I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify him with thanksgiving.
This also shall please the Lord better than an ox or bullock that hath horns and
hoofs.
The humble shall see this, and be glad, and your heart shall live that seek God.
For the Lord heareth the poor, and despiseth not his prisoners.
Let the heaven and earth praise him, the seas, and every thing that moveth
therein.
For God will save Zion, and will build the cities of Judah, that they may dwell
there, and have it in possession.
The seed also of his servants shall inherit it, and they that love his name
shall dwell therein.