Psalms 69 | Strong's Bible

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CHAPTER 69

For the choirmaster.

To the tune of

“Lilies.”

Of David.

Save me,

O God,

for

the waters

are up

to

my neck.

I have sunk

into the miry

depths,

where there is no

footing;

I have drifted

into deep

waters,

where the flood

engulfs me.

I am weary

from my crying;

my throat

is parched.

My eyes

fail,

looking

for my God.

Those who hate

me without cause

outnumber

the hairs

of my head;

many are

those who would destroy me—

my enemies

without cause.

Though I did not

steal,

I must repay.

You

know

my folly,

O God,

and my guilt

is not

hidden

from You.

May those who hope in You

not

be ashamed

through me,

O Lord

GOD

of Hosts;

may those who seek You

not

be dishonored

through me,

O God

of Israel.

For

I have endured

scorn

for Your sake,

and shame

has covered

my face.

I have become

a stranger

to my brothers

and a foreigner

to my mother’s

sons,

because

zeal

for Your house

has consumed me,

and the insults

of those who insult You

have fallen

on me.

I

wept

and fasted,

but it brought

me reproach.

I made

sackcloth

my clothing,

and I was

sport

to them.

Those who sit

at the gate

mock me,

and I am the song

of drunkards.

But

my prayer

to You,

O LORD,

is for a time

of favor.

In Your abundant

loving devotion,

O God,

answer me

with Your sure

salvation.

Rescue me

from the mire

and do not

let me sink;

deliver me

from my foes

and out of the deep

waters.

Do not

let the floods

engulf me

or the depths

swallow me up;

let not

the Pit

close

its mouth

over me.

Answer me,

O LORD,

for

Your loving devotion

is good;

turn

to me

in keeping with Your great

compassion.

Hide

not

Your face

from Your servant,

for

I am in distress.

Answer

me

quickly!

Draw near

to

my soul

and redeem me;

ransom me

because of

my foes.

You

know

my reproach,

my shame

and disgrace.

All

my adversaries

are before You.

Insults

have broken

my heart,

and I am in despair.

I looked

for sympathy,

but there was none,

for comforters,

but I found

no one.

They poisoned

my food

with gall

and gave me vinegar

to quench

my thirst.

May their table

become

a snare;

may it be a retribution

and a trap.

May their eyes

be darkened

so they cannot see,

and their backs

be bent

forever.

Pour out

Your wrath

upon them,

and let Your burning anger

overtake them.

May

their place

be deserted;

let there be no one

to dwell

in their tents.

For

they persecute

the one

You

struck

and recount

the pain

of those You wounded.

Add

iniquity

to

their iniquity;

let them not

share

in Your righteousness.

May they be erased

from the book

of life

and not

listed

with

the righteous.

But I am

in pain

and distress;

let Your salvation

protect me,

O God.

I will praise

God’s

name

in song

and exalt

Him with thanksgiving.

And this will please

the LORD

more than an ox,

more than a bull

with horns

and hooves.

The humble

will see

and rejoice.

You who seek

God,

let your hearts

be revived!

For

the LORD

listens

to

the needy

and does not

despise

His captive people.

Let heaven

and earth

praise Him,

the seas

and all

that moves

therein.

For

God

will save

Zion

and rebuild

the cities

of Judah,

that they may dwell

there

and possess it.

The descendants

of His servants

will inherit it,

and those who love

His name

will settle

therein.

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