CLV(i)
1 {Davidic{ Save me, O Elohim, for waters come unto my soul!"
2 I sink in the mire of a swamp, and there is no standing ground. I come into deep waters, and the surge engulfs me."
3 I am weary with all my calling; my throat is parched. My eyes have failed, waiting for my Elohim."
4 Multiplied more than the hairs of my head are those hating me gratuitously; Plentiful are those seeking to efface me, my enemies, dealing falsely. Must I restore then what I have not pillaged?
5 O Elohim, You know my folly, And my guilty acts are not suppressed from You."
6 Let not those expecting You be put to shame through me, O my Lord, Yahweh of hosts! Let not those seeking You be mortified through me, O Elohim of Israel!"
7 For on Your account I bear reproach; Mortification covers my face.
8 I have become an alien to my brothers And a foreigner to the sons of my mother.
9 For the zeal of Your House, it devours me, And the reproaches of those reproaching You, they fall on me."
10 When I lament by the fasting of my soul, It becomes a reproach against me;"
11 When I make my clothing of sackcloth, I become a proverb to them."
12 Those sitting in the gateway are mulling over me, And those drinking intoxicants make me the accompaniment of their songs."
13 As for me, my prayer is to You, O Yahweh, for a season acceptable. O Elohim, in Your great benignity, answer me with the faithfulness of Your salvation."
14 Rescue me from the mud, and let me not sink; Let me be rescued from those hating me, and from the depths of the waters."
15 Let not the surge of the water be engulfing me, Let not the swamp be swallowing me up, And let not the well be blocking off its mouth over me."
16 Answer me, O Yahweh, for Your benignity is good; Turn toward me according to Your many compassions."
17 Do not conceal Your face from Your servant, For distress is mine; quickly answer me."
18 Come near to my soul and redeem it; On account of my enemies, ransom me."
19 You Yourself know my reproach and my shame and my mortification; In front of You are all my foes.
20 Reproach has broken my heart, and I do feel my mortality; I expect one to sympathize, and there is none, And look for comforters, yet I find not one."
21 They give me poison in my repast, And for my thirst they cause me to drink vinegar."