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哀陈苦况,祈求 神拯救

大卫的诗,交给诗班长,调用“百合花”。

69  神啊!求你拯救我,

因为大水淹没了我。

我深陷在淤泥中,

没有立足之地;

我到了水深之处,

波涛漫过我身。

我因不住呼求而疲倦,我的喉咙发干;

我因等候我的 神,眼睛昏花。

那些无故恨我的,比我的头发还多;

无理与我为敌,要把我灭绝的,人数众多。

我没有抢夺过的,竟要我偿还。

 神啊!我的愚昧你是知道的,

我的罪愆不能向你隐瞒。

主万军之耶和华啊!

愿那些等候你的,不要因我蒙羞;

以色列的 神啊!

愿那些寻求你的,不要因我受辱。

然而,为了你的缘故,我忍受辱骂,

满面羞愧。

我的兄弟都疏远我,

我同母的兄弟把我当作外人。

因我为你的殿,心中迫切如同火烧;

辱骂你的人的辱骂,都落在我身上。

10 我哭泣禁食,

这竟成了我的羞辱。

11 我披上麻衣,

就成了他们取笑的对象。

12 坐在城门口的人对我议论纷纷,

我成了酒徒之歌。

13 但是,耶和华啊!

在悦纳的时候,我向你祷告;

 神啊!求你按着你丰盛的慈爱,

凭着你信实的拯救应允我。

14 求你救我脱离淤泥,

不要容我沉下去;

求你救我脱离那些恨我的人,

救我脱离深水。

15 求你不要让波涛淹没我,

不要让深水吞灭我,

也不要让深坑把我封闭。

16 耶和华啊!求你应允我,因为你的慈爱美善;

求你照着你丰盛的怜悯转脸垂顾我。

17 求你不要向你的仆人掩面;

求你快快应允我,因为我在困境之中。

18 求你亲近我,拯救我,

因我仇敌的缘故救赎我。

19 我所受的辱骂、欺凌和侮辱,你都知道,

我所有的敌人都在你面前。

20 辱骂伤了我的心,

我忧愁难过;

我希望有人同情,却一个也没有;

我希望有人安慰,还是找不到一个。

21 他们在我的食物中加上苦胆,

我渴了,他们把醋给我喝。

22 愿他们的筵席在他们面前变为网罗、

报应和陷阱(按照《马索拉文本》,“报应和陷阱”应作“在他们平安的时候,变为陷阱”;现参照《七十士译本》翻译。又按照《他耳根》或译:“愿他们的平安祭筵变为陷阱”)。

23 愿他们的眼睛昏花,不能看见;

愿他们的腰不停地战抖。

24 求你把你的恼怒倾倒在他们身上,

使你的烈怒追上他们。

25 愿他们的住处变为荒场;

愿他们的帐幕无人居住。

26 因为他们迫害你所击打的人,

嘲笑你所击伤的人的痛苦。

27 愿你在他们的惩罚上加上惩罚,

不容他们在你面前得称为义。

28 愿他们的名字从生命册上被涂抹,

不要让他们和义人一同被记录。

29 至于我,我是忧伤痛苦的人;

 神啊!愿你的救恩保护我。

30 我要用诗歌赞美 神的名,

以感谢尊他为大。

31 这就使耶和华喜悦,胜过献牛,

或是献有角有蹄的公牛。

32 困苦的人看见了就喜乐;

寻求 神的人哪!愿你们的心苏醒。

33 因为耶和华垂听了贫穷人的祷告,

也不藐视属他自己、正被囚禁的人。

34 愿天和地都赞美他,

愿海洋和海中一切生物都赞美他。

35 因为 神要拯救锡安,

要建造犹大的众城;

他的子民必在那里居住,并且拥有那地为业。

36 他众仆人的后裔都必承受那地为业,

喜爱他名的人要住在其中。

69 God, God, save me!
I’m in over my head,

Quicksand under me, swamp water over me;
I’m going down for the third time.

I’m hoarse from calling for help,
Bleary-eyed from searching the sky for God.

I’ve got more enemies than hairs on my head;
Liars and cheats are out to knife me in the back.

What I never stole
Must I now give back?

God, you know every sin I’ve committed;
My life’s a wide-open book before you.

Don’t let those who look to you in hope
Be discouraged by what happens to me,
Dear Lord! God of the armies!

Don’t let those out looking for you
Come to a dead end by following me—
Please, dear God of Israel!

Because of you I look like an idiot,
I walk around ashamed to show my face.

My brothers shun me like a bum off the street;
My family treats me like an unwanted guest.

I love you more than I can say.
Because I’m madly in love with you,
They blame me for everything they dislike about you.

10 When I poured myself out in prayer and fasting,
All it got me was more contempt.

11 When I put on a sad face,
They treated me like a clown.

12 Now drunks and gluttons
Make up drinking songs about me.

13 And me? I pray.
God, it’s time for a break!

God, answer in love!
Answer with your sure salvation!

14 Rescue me from the swamp,
Don’t let me go under for good,

Pull me out of the clutch of the enemy;
This whirlpool is sucking me down.

15 Don’t let the swamp be my grave, the Black Hole
Swallow me, its jaws clenched around me.

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.

30 Let me shout God’s name with a praising song,
Let me tell his greatness in a prayer of thanks.

31 For God, this is better than oxen on the altar,
Far better than blue-ribbon bulls.

32 The poor in spirit see and are glad—
Oh, you God-seekers, take heart!

33 For God listens to the poor,
He doesn’t walk out on the wretched.

34 You heavens, praise him; praise him, earth;
Also ocean and all things that swim in it.

35 For God is out to help Zion,
Rebuilding the wrecked towns of Judah.

Guess who will live there—
The proud owners of the land?

36 No, the children of his servants will get it,
The lovers of his name will live in it.