Psalm 68 — The Holy Bible

For the End, concerning things that shall be changed; by David.

Save me, O God, for the waters flood my soul.

I am stuck in the mire of the sea, and there is no place to stand;

I came into the depths of the sea, and the storm overwhelmed me.

I grow weary with crying; my throat is hoarse;

My eyes fail me from hoping in my God.

Those who hate me without a cause multiplied even more than the hairs of my head;

My enemies who persecute me unjustly have become strong;

Then I paid for things I did not steal.

O God, You know my foolishness,

And my transgressions are not hidden from You.

O Lord, O Lord of hosts, let not those who wait for You be put to shame because of me;

O God of Israel, let not those who seek You feel ashamed because of me.

For Your sake I bore disgrace;

Humiliation covered my face.

I am become a stranger to my brothers,

An alien to my mother's sons;

For the zeal of Your house consumed me,

And the insults of those who disgraced You fell on me.

I bent down my soul with fasting,

And it became a disgrace for me.

I also made sackcloth my garment,

And I became a byword to them.

Those who sit at the gate were talking against me,

And those who drink wine were singing about me.

But I, O Lord, pray with my prayer to You;

It is the time of Your goodwill, O God, in the abundance of Your mercies;

In the truth of Your salvation, hear me.

Save me from the mire, that I may not be stuck therein;

Deliver me from those who hate me, and from the depths of the waters.

Let not a storm of water drown me;

Neither let the deep swallow me up,

Nor the well enclose its mouth upon me.

Hear me, O Lord, for Your mercy is good;

According to Your abundant compassion, look upon me.

Turn not Your face from Your child,

For I am afflicted; hear me speedily.

Give heed to my soul, and redeem it;

Deliver me because of my enemies.

For You know my disgrace

And my shame and humiliation;

All who afflict me are before You.

My soul expected disgrace and trouble,

And I waited for someone to sympathize with me; but no one was there,

And for comforters, but I found not one.

They gave me gall for my food,

And they gave me vinegar for my drink.

Let their table become a snare before them,

And a recompense and a stumbling block.

Let their eyes be darkened so they may not see,

And bend down their backs continually;

Pour out Your anger upon them,

And let the fury of Your wrath lay hold of them.

Let their dwelling place be laid waste,

And let no one live in their tents.

For they pursued closely the one You slew,

And they added to the pain of my wounds.

Add lawlessness to their lawlessness,

And let them not enter into Your righteousness;

Let them be blotted out from the book of the living,

And not be written with the righteous.

I am poor and suffering,

And the salvation of Your presence, O God, lays hold of me.

I will praise God's name with a song;

I will magnify Him in praise,

And this shall be more pleasing to God

Than a young bull with horns and hooves.

Let the poor behold this, and be glad;

Seek God, and your soul shall live,

For the Lord hears the poor,

And does not despise His prisoners.

Let heaven and earth praise Him,

The seas and everything that moves in them.

For God shall save Zion,

And the cities of Judah shall be built;

And they shall dwell therein, and inherit it;

And the seed of His servants shall possess it,

And those who love His name shall dwell in it.