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Psalm 69

Prayer for Deliverance from Persecution

To the leader: according to Lilies. Of David.

Save me, O God,
    for the waters have come up to my neck.(A)
I sink in deep mire,
    where there is no foothold;
I have come into deep waters,
    and the flood sweeps over me.(B)
I am weary with my crying;
    my throat is parched.
My eyes grow dim
    with waiting for my God.(C)

More in number than the hairs of my head
    are those who hate me without cause;
many are those who would destroy me,
    my enemies who accuse me falsely.
What I did not steal,
    must I now restore?(D)
O God, you know my folly;
    the wrongs I have done are not hidden from you.(E)

Do not let those who hope in you be put to shame because of me,
    O Lord God of hosts;
do not let those who seek you be dishonored because of me,
    O God of Israel.
It is for your sake that I have borne reproach,
    that shame has covered my face.(F)
I have become a stranger to my kindred,
    an alien to my mother’s children.(G)

It is zeal for your house that has consumed me;
    the insults of those who insult you have fallen on me.(H)
10 When I humbled my soul with fasting,[a]
    they insulted me for doing so.(I)
11 When I made sackcloth my clothing,
    I became a byword to them.(J)
12 I am the subject of gossip for those who sit in the gate,
    and the drunkards make songs about me.(K)

13 But as for me, my prayer is to you, O Lord.
    At an acceptable time, O God,
    in the abundance of your steadfast love, answer me.
With your faithful help(L) 14 rescue me
    from sinking in the mire;
let me be delivered from my enemies
    and from the deep waters.(M)
15 Do not let the flood sweep over me
    or the deep swallow me up
    or the Pit close its mouth over me.(N)

16 Answer me, O Lord, for your steadfast love is good;
    according to your abundant mercy, turn to me.(O)
17 Do not hide your face from your servant,
    for I am in distress—make haste to answer me.(P)
18 Draw near to me; redeem me;
    set me free because of my enemies.

19 You know the insults I receive
    and my shame and dishonor;
    my foes are all known to you.(Q)
20 Insults have broken my heart,
    so that I am in despair.
I looked for pity, but there was none;
    and for comforters, but I found none.(R)
21 They gave me poison for food,
    and for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.(S)

22 Let their table be a trap for them,
    a snare for their allies.(T)
23 Let their eyes be darkened so that they cannot see,
    and make their loins tremble continually.(U)
24 Pour out your indignation upon them,
    and let your burning anger overtake them.(V)
25 May their camp be a desolation;
    let no one live in their tents.(W)
26 For they persecute those whom you have struck down,
    and those whom you have wounded they attack still more.[b](X)
27 Add guilt to their guilt;
    may they have no acquittal from you.
28 Let them be blotted out of the book of the living;
    let them not be enrolled among the righteous.(Y)
29 But I am lowly and in pain;
    let your salvation, O God, protect me.(Z)

30 I will praise the name of God with a song;
    I will magnify him with thanksgiving.(AA)
31 This will please the Lord more than an ox
    or a bull with horns and hoofs.(AB)
32 Let the oppressed see it and be glad;
    you who seek God, let your hearts revive.(AC)
33 For the Lord hears the needy
    and does not despise his own who are in bonds.(AD)

34 Let heaven and earth praise him,
    the seas and everything that moves in them.(AE)
35 For God will save Zion
    and rebuild the cities of Judah,
and his servants shall live[c] there and possess it;(AF)
36     the children of his servants shall inherit it,
    and those who love his name shall live in it.(AG)

Footnotes

  1. 69.10 Gk Syr: Heb I wept, with fasting my soul, or I made my soul mourn with fasting
  2. 69.26 Gk Syr: Heb recount the pain of
  3. 69.35 Syr: Heb and they shall live

Psalm 69

For the music leader. According to “The Lilies.” Of David.

69 Save me, God,
    because the waters have reached my neck!
I have sunk into deep mud.
    My feet can’t touch the bottom!
I have entered deep water;
    the flood has swept me up.
I am tired of crying.
    My throat is hoarse.
    My eyes are exhausted with waiting for my God.

More numerous than the hairs on my head
    are those who hate me for no reason.
My treacherous enemies,
    those who would destroy me, are countless.
    Must I now give back
    what I didn’t steal in the first place?
God, you know my foolishness;
    my wrongdoings aren’t hidden from you.

Lord God of heavenly forces!—
    don’t let those who hope in you
        be put to shame because of me.
God of Israel!—
    don’t let those who seek you
    be disgraced because of me.
I am insulted because of you.
    Shame covers my face.
I have become a stranger to my own brothers,
    an immigrant to my mother’s children.
Because passion for your house has consumed me,
    the insults of those who insult you have fallen on me!
10 I wept while I fasted—
    even for that I was insulted.
11 When I wore funeral clothes,
    people made fun of me.
12 Those who sit at the city gate muttered things about me;
    drunkards made up rude songs.

13 But me? My prayer reaches you, Lord,
    at just the right time.
God, in your great and faithful love,
    answer me with your certain salvation!
14 Save me from the mud!
    Don’t let me drown!
    Let me be saved from those who hate me
    and from these watery depths!
15 Don’t let me be swept away by the floodwaters!
    Don’t let the abyss swallow me up!
    Don’t let the pit close its mouth over me!
16 Answer me, Lord, for your faithful love is good!
    Turn to me in your great compassion!
17 Don’t hide your face from me, your servant,
    because I’m in deep trouble.
    Answer me quickly!
18 Come close to me!
    Redeem me!
    Save me because of my enemies!

19 You know full well the insults I’ve received;
    you know my shame and my disgrace.
    All my adversaries are right there in front of you.
20 Insults have broken my heart.
    I’m sick about it.
I hoped for sympathy,
    but there wasn’t any;
    I hoped for comforters,
    but couldn’t find any.
21 They gave me poison for food.
    To quench my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

22 Let the table before them become a trap,
    their offerings a snare.
23 Let their eyes grow too dim to see;
    make their insides tremble constantly.
24 Pour out your anger on them—
    let your burning fury catch them.
25 Let their camp be devastated;
    let no one dwell in their tents.
26 Because they go after those you’ve already struck;
    they talk about the pain of those you’ve already pierced.
27 Pile guilt on top of their guilt!
    Don’t let them come into your righteousness!
28 Let them be wiped out of the scroll of life!
    Let them not be recorded along with the righteous!
29 And me? I’m afflicted.
    I’m full of pain.
    Let your salvation keep me safe, God!

30 I will praise God’s name with song;
    I will magnify him with thanks
31     because that is more pleasing to the Lord than an ox,
    more pleasing than a young bull with full horns and hooves.
32 Let the afflicted see it and be glad!
    You who seek God—
    let your hearts beat strong again
33     because the Lord listens to the needy
        and doesn’t despise his captives.

34 Let heaven and earth praise God,
    the oceans too, and all that moves within them!
35 God will most certainly save Zion
    and will rebuild Judah’s cities
    so that God’s servants can live there and possess it.
36 The offspring of God’s servants will inherit Zion,
    and those who love God’s name will dwell there.