Psalms 69

Coverdale(i) 1 Helpe me (o God) for the waters are come in eue vnto my soule. 2 I sticke fast in the depe myre, where no grounde is: I am come into depe waters, and the floudes wil drowne me. 3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God. 4 They yt hate me without a cause, are mo then the hayres of my heade: they that are myne enemies & wolde destroye me giltlesse, are mightie: 5 I am fayne to paye the thinges yt I neuer toke. God, thou knowest my symplenesse, and my fautes are not hyd from the. 6 Let not them that trust in the (o LORDE God of hoostes) be ashamed for my cause: let not those yt seke the, be confounded thorow me, o God of Israel. 7 And why? for thy sake do I suffre reprofe, shame couereth my face. 8 I am become a straunger vnto my brethren, and an aleaunt vnto my mothers children. 9 For the zele of thine house hath euen eaten me, and the rebukes of them that rebuked the, is fallen vpon me. 10 I wepte and chastened my self wt fastinge, and that was turned to my reprofe. 11 I put on a sackecloth, and therfore they iested vpon me. 12 They that satt in the gate, spake agaynst me, and the dronckardes made songes vpon me. 13 But LORDE, I made my prayer vnto the in an acceptable tyme: 14 Heare me (o God) with thy greate mercy & sure helpe. 15 Take me out of the myre, yt I syncke not: Oh let me be delyuered fro the yt hate me, & out of ye depe waters. 16 Lest ye water floude drowne me, that the depe swalowe me not vp, & yt the pitte shut not hir mouth vpon me. 17 Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy. 18 Hyde not thy face from thy seruaut, for I am in trouble: O haist ye to helpe me. 19 Drawe nye vnto my soule, and saue it: Oh delyuer me because of myne enemies. 20 Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight. 21 The rebuke breaketh my hert, & maketh me heuy: I loke for some to haue pitie vpon me, but there is no man: & for some to coforte me, but I fynde none. 22 They gaue me gall to eate, & whe I was thurstie, they gaue me vyneger to drynke. 23 Let their table be made a snare to take them selues withall, an occasion to fall & a rewarde vnto them. 24 Let their eyes be blynded, that they se not: & euer bowe downe their backes. 25 Poure out thy indignacion vpon them, & let thy wrothfull displeasure take holde of them. 26 Let their habitacion be voyde, & no man to dwell in their tentes. 27 For they persecute him whom thou hast smytten, & besyde thy woundes they haue geuen him moo. 28 Let them fall fro one wickednesse to another, & not come into thy rightuousnesse. 29 Let the be wyped out of ye boke of the lyuinge, & not be written amonge the rightuous. 30 As for me, I am poore & in heuynesse, let thy helpe defende me, o God. 31 That I maye prayse ye name of God with a songe, & magnifie it with thankesgeuynge. 32 This shal please the LORDE better then a bullocke, that hath hornes & hoffes. 33 O considre this & be glad (ye that be in aduersite) seke after God, & yor soule shal lyue. 34 For the LORDE heareth the poore, & despyset not his presoners. 35 Let heauen & earth praise him, the see & all that moueth therin. 36 For God wil saue Sion, & buylde the cities of Iuda, that men maye dwell there, & haue the in possession. The sede of his seruauntes shal iheret it, & they that loue his name, shal dwell therin.