CAB(i)
1 For the end, A Psalm of David, for alternate strains. Save me, O God; for the waters have come in to my soul.
2 I am stuck fast in deep mire, and there is no standing: I have come in to the depths of the sea, and a storm has overwhelmed me.
3 I am weary of crying, my throat has become hoarse; my eyes have failed by my waiting on my God.
4 Those that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head; my enemies that persecute me unrighteously are strengthened. Then I restored that which I took not away.
5 O God, You know my foolishness; and my transgressions are not hidden from You.
6 Let not them that wait on You, O Lord of hosts, be ashamed on my account; let not them that seek You, be ashamed on my account, O God of Israel.
7 For I have suffered reproach for Your sake; shame has covered my face.
8 I became strange to my brethren, and a stranger to my mother's children.
9 For the zeal of Your house has eaten me up; and the reproaches of them that reproached You have fallen upon me.
10 And I bowed down my soul with fasting, and that was made my reproach.
11 And I put on sackcloth for my covering; and I became a proverb to them.
12 Those that sit in the gate talked against me, and those that drank wine sang against me.
13 But I will cry to You, O Lord, in my prayer; O God, it is a propitious time: in the multitude of Your mercy hear me, in the truth of Your salvation.
14 Save me from the mire, that I stick not in it; let me be delivered from them that hate me, and from the deep waters.
15 Let not the floodwater drown me, nor let the deep swallow me up; neither let the well shut its mouth upon me.
16 Hear me, O Lord; for Your mercy is good: according to the multitude of Your compassions, look upon me.
17 And turn not away Your face from Your servant; for I am afflicted; hear me speedily.
18 Draw near to my soul and redeem it: deliver me because of my enemies.
19 For You know my reproach, and my shame, and my confusion; all that afflict me are before You.
20 My soul has waited for reproach and misery; and I waited for one to grieve with me, but there was none; and for one to comfort me, but I found none.
21 They gave me also gall for my food, and made me drink vinegar for my thirst.