Psalms 69:1-21

Rotherham(i) 1 [To the Chief Musician. On "The Lilies." David’s.]
Save me, O God, For waters have entered as far as the life; 2 I have sunk in deep swamp, Where there is no place to stand, I have come into abysses of waters, Where a flood hath overflowed me; 3 I am weary with mine outcry, Parched is my throat,––Mine eyes have become dim, through waiting for my God. 4 More than the hairs of my head, Are they who hate me without cause,––Firmer than my bones, Are they who are my foes for false cause,––What I had not plundered, then, had I to restore. 5 O God, thou, hast known my folly, And, my wrong–doings, from thee, have not been hid. 6 Let them not be ashamed, through me, Who have waited for thee, O My Lord, Yahweh of hosts,––Let them not be confounded, through me, Who are seeking thee, O God of Israel! 7 Because, for thy sake, have I borne reproach, Confusion hath covered my face; 8 One estranged, have I become, to my own brethren, Yea, an alien, to the sons of my own mother; 9 Because, zeal for thy house, hath eaten me up, And, the reproaches of them who have reproached thee, have fallen upon me. 10 When I have humbled my soul with fasting, Then hath it turned to my reproach; 11 When I have made my clothing of sackcloth, Then have I served them for a by–word; 12 They who sit in the gate talk against me,––And [against me are] the songs of them who imbibe strong drink.
13 But, as for me, my prayer shall be unto thee, O Yahweh, in a time of acceptance, O God, in the abounding of thy lovingkindness, answer me with thy saving faithfulness. 14 Rescue me out of the mire, lest I sink, Let me be rescued, From my haters, and, From abysses of waters: 15 Let not a flood of waters overflow me, And let not the depth swallow me up, Neither let the well close, over me, her mouth. 16 Answer me, O Yahweh, for good is thy lovingkindness, According to the abounding of thy compassions, turn thou towards me: 17 Then do not hide thy face from thy servant, Because I am in distress, haste thou––answer me! 18 Oh draw near unto my soul––redeem it, Because of mine enemies, ransom me. 19 Thou, knowest my reproach, and my shame, and my confusion, Before thee, are all mine adversaries. 20 Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am weak,––Though I waited for one to pity me, yet there was none, And for comforters, yet I found not any. 21 But they put in my food––poison! And, for my thirst, they gave for my drink––vinegar!