Psalms 69:1-9 ▼

1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “Lilies.” Of David. Save me, O God, for the waters are up to my neck.

2 I have sunk into the miry depths, where there is no footing; I have drifted into deep waters, where the flood engulfs me.

3 I am weary from my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.

4 Those who hate me without cause outnumber the hairs of my head; many are those who would destroy me—my enemies for no reason. Though I did not steal, I must repay.

5 You know my folly, O God, and my guilt is not hidden from You.

6 May those who hope in You not be ashamed through me, O Lord GOD of Hosts; may those who seek You not be dishonored through me, O God of Israel.

7 For I have endured scorn for Your sake, and shame has covered my face.

8 I have become a stranger to my brothers and a foreigner to my mother’s sons,

9 because zeal for Your house has consumed me, and the insults of those who insult You have fallen on me.