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Psalm 69

New Revised Standard NRS

1 Save me, O God, for the waters have come up to my neck.

2 I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold; I have come into deep waters, and the flood sweeps over me.

3 I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes grow dim with waiting for my God.

4 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?

5 O God, you know my folly; the wrongs I have done are not hidden from you.

6 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.

7 It is for your sake that I have borne reproach, that shame has covered my face.

8 I have become a stranger to my kindred, an alien to my mother's children.

9 It is zeal for your house that has consumed me; the insults of those who insult you have fallen on me.

10 When I humbled my soul with fasting, they insulted me for doing so.

11 When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.

12 I am the subject of gossip for those who sit in the gate, and the drunkards make songs about me.

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

14 rescue me from sinking in the mire; let me be delivered from my enemies and from the deep waters.

15 Do not let the flood sweep over me, or the deep swallow me up, or the Pit close its mouth over me.

16 Answer me, O Lord, for your steadfast love is good; according to your abundant mercy, turn to me.

17 Do not hide your face from your servant, for I am in distress—make haste to answer me.

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.

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.

21 They gave me poison for food, and for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

22 Let their table be a trap for them, a snare for their allies.

23 Let their eyes be darkened so that they cannot see, and make their loins tremble continually.

24 Pour out your indignation upon them, and let your burning anger overtake them.

25 May their camp be a desolation; let no one live in their tents.

26 For they persecute those whom you have struck down, and those whom you have wounded, they attack still more.

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.

29 But I am lowly and in pain; let your salvation, O God, protect me.

30 I will praise the name of God with a song; I will magnify him with thanksgiving.

31 This will please the Lord more than an ox or a bull with horns and hoofs.

32 Let the oppressed see it and be glad; you who seek God, let your hearts revive.

33 For the Lord hears the needy, and does not despise his own that are in bonds.

34 Let heaven and earth praise him, the seas and everything that moves in them.

35 For God will save Zion and rebuild the cities of Judah; and his servants shall live there and possess it;

36 the children of his servants shall inherit it, and those who love his name shall live in it.

The Message Bible MSG

1 God, God, save me! I'm in over my head,

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

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

4 I've got more enemies than hairs on my head; Sneaks and liars are out to knife me in the back. What I never stole Must I now give back?

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

6 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!

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

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

9 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.