Salmo 69

¹ Save me, O God; for the waters are come in unto my soul. ² I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing; I am come into the depths of waters, and the flood overfloweth me. ³ I am weary with my crying, my throat is parched; mine eyes fail while I wait for my God. ⁴ They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head; they that would destroy me, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: then I restored that which I took not away. ⁵ Thou, O God, knowest my foolishness, and my trespasses are not hidden from thee. ⁶ Let not them that wait on thee, Lord, Jehovah of hosts, be ashamed through me; let not those that seek thee be confounded through me, O God of Israel. ⁷ Because for thy sake I have borne reproach; confusion hath covered my face. ⁸ I am become a stranger unto my brethren, and an alien unto my mother's sons; ⁹ For the zeal of thy house hath devoured me, and the reproaches of them that reproach thee have fallen upon me. ¹⁰ And I wept, my soul was fasting: that also was to my reproach; -- ¹¹ And I made sackcloth my garment: then I became a proverb to them. ¹² They that sit in the gate talk of me, and I am the song of the drunkards.

¹³ But as for me, my prayer is unto thee, Jehovah, in an acceptable time: O God, in the abundance of thy loving-kindness answer me, according to the truth of thy salvation: ¹⁴ Deliver me out of the mire, let me not sink; let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the depths of waters. ¹⁵ Let not the flood of waters overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up; and let not the pit shut its mouth upon me. ¹⁶ Answer me, O Jehovah; for thy loving-kindness is good: according to the abundance of thy tender mercies, turn toward me; ¹⁷ And hide not thy face from thy servant, for I am in trouble: answer me speedily. ¹⁸ Draw nigh unto my soul, be its redeemer; ransom me because of mine enemies. ¹⁹ *Thou* knowest my reproach, and my shame, and my dishonour: mine adversaries are all before thee. ²⁰ Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am overwhelmed: and I looked for sympathy, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none. ²¹ Yea, they gave me gall for my food, and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

²² Let their table become a snare before them, and their very welfare a trap; ²³ Let their eyes be darkened, that they see not, and make their loins continually to shake. ²⁴ Pour out thine indignation upon them, and let the fierceness of thine anger take hold of them. ²⁵ Let their habitation be desolate; let there be no dweller in their tents. ²⁶ For they persecute him whom *thou* hast smitten, and they talk for the sorrow of those whom thou hast wounded. ²⁷ Add iniquity unto their iniquity, and let them not come into thy righteousness. ²⁸ Let them be blotted out of the book of life, and not be written with the righteous. ²⁹ But I am afflicted and sorrowful: let thy salvation, O God, set me secure on high.

³⁰ I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify him with thanksgiving; ³¹ And it shall please Jehovah more than an ox, --a bullock with horns and cloven hoofs. ³² The meek shall see it, they shall be glad; ye that seek God, your heart shall live. ³³ For Jehovah heareth the needy, and despiseth not his prisoners. ³⁴ Let heavens and earth praise him; the seas, and everything that moveth therein. ³⁵ For God will save Zion, and will build the cities of Judah; and they shall dwell there, and possess it: ³⁶ And the seed of his servants shall inherit it, and they that love his name shall dwell therein.