Tehillim 69 תהילים ס״ט

To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, Of David.

Save me, O God; for the waters are come in to my soul.

I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, and the flood overwhelms me.

I am weary with my crying: my throat is dried: my eyes fail while I wait for my God.

They who hate me without cause are more than the hairs of my head: they who would destroy me are many, who hate me wrongfully.

What I took not away, that must I restore. O God, Thou knowst my folly; and my sins are not hid from Thee.

Let not those who wait on Thee, O Lord God of hosts, be ashamed for my sake: let not those who seek Thee be confounded for my sake, O God of Yisra᾽el.

Because for Thy sake I have borne insult; confusion has covered my face.

I am become a stranger to my brothers, and an alien to my mother’s children.

For the zeal of Thy house has eaten me up; and the taunts of those who taunt Thee are fallen upon me.

When I wept, and chastened my soul with fasting, that became a reproach to me.

I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them.

They who sit in the gate talk of me; and I am the song of drunkards.

But as for me, let my prayer be to Thee, O Lord, in an acceptable time: O God, in the greatness of Thy steadfast love hear me, in the truth of Thy salvation.

Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from those who hate me, and out of the deep waters.

Let not the waterflood overwhelm me, nor let the deep swallow me up, and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.

Hear me, O Lord; for Thy love is good: turn towards me according to the multitude of Thy compassion.

And hide not Thy face from Thy servant; for I am in trouble: answer me speedily.

Draw near to my soul, and redeem it: ransom me because of my enemies.

Thou knowst my reproach, and my shame, and my dishonour: my adversaries are all before Thee.

Insult has broken my heart; and I am sick: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.

And they gave me poison in my food; and for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

Let their table become a snare before them: and when they are at peace, let it be a trap.

Let their eyes be darkened, that they see not; and make their loins continually to shake.

Pour out Thy indignation upon them, and let Thy fierce anger overtake them.

Let their habitation be desolate; let none dwell in their tents.

For they persecute him whom Thou hast smitten; and they tell of the pain of those whom Thou hast wounded.

Add iniquity to their iniquity: and let them not be admitted to Thy vindication.

Let them be blotted out of the book of the living, and not be written with the righteous.

But I am afflicted and in pain: let thy salvation, O God, set me on high.

I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify him with thanksgiving.

And it shall please the Lord better than an ox or a bullock that has horns and hoofs.

The humble shall see this, and be glad: and let your hearts revive, you who seek God.

For the Lord hears the poor, and despises not his prisoners.

Let the heaven and earth praise him, the seas, and everything that moves therein.

For God will save Żiyyon, and will build the cities of Yehuda: that they may dwell there, and have it in possession.

The seed also of his servants shall inherit it: and they that love his name shall dwell there.