16 Answer me, Lord, out of the goodness of your love;(A)
    in your great mercy turn to me.
17 Do not hide your face(B) from your servant;
    answer me quickly,(C) for I am in trouble.(D)
18 Come near and rescue me;
    deliver(E) me because of my foes.

19 You know how I am scorned,(F) disgraced and shamed;
    all my enemies are before you.
20 Scorn has broken my heart
    and has left me helpless;
I looked for sympathy, but there was none,
    for comforters,(G) but I found none.(H)
21 They put gall in my food
    and gave me vinegar(I) for my thirst.(J)

22 May the table set before them become a snare;
    may it become retribution and[a] a trap.(K)
23 May their eyes be darkened so they cannot see,
    and their backs be bent forever.(L)
24 Pour out your wrath(M) on them;
    let your fierce anger overtake them.
25 May their place be deserted;(N)
    let there be no one to dwell in their tents.(O)
26 For they persecute those you wound
    and talk about the pain of those you hurt.(P)
27 Charge them with crime upon crime;(Q)
    do not let them share in your salvation.(R)
28 May they be blotted out of the book of life(S)
    and not be listed with the righteous.(T)

29 But as for me, afflicted and in pain—
    may your salvation, God, protect me.(U)

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 69:22 Or snare / and their fellowship become

16 Now answer me, God, because you love me;
Let me see your great mercy full-face.

17 Don’t look the other way; your servant can’t take it.
I’m in trouble. Answer right now!

18 Come close, God; get me out of here.
Rescue me from this deathtrap.

19 You know how they kick me around—
Pin on me the donkey’s ears, the dunce’s cap.

20 I’m broken by their taunts,
Flat on my face, reduced to a nothing.

I looked in vain for one friendly face. Not one.
I couldn’t find one shoulder to cry on.

21 They put poison in my soup,
Vinegar in my drink.

22 Let their supper be bait in a trap that snaps shut;
May their best friends be trappers who’ll skin them alive.

23 Make them become blind as bats,
Give them the shakes from morning to night.

24 Let them know what you think of them,
Blast them with your red-hot anger.

25 Burn down their houses,
Leave them desolate with nobody at home.

26 They gossiped about the one you disciplined,
Made up stories about anyone wounded by God.

27 Pile on the guilt,
Don’t let them off the hook.

28 Strike their names from the list of the living;
No rock-carved honor for them among the righteous.

29 I’m hurt and in pain;
Give me space for healing, and mountain air.

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