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1 Save me, O God; for the wa­ters are come in unto my soul.
2 I sink in deep mire, where there is no stand­ing: I am come into deep wa­ters, where the floods over­flow me.
3 I am weary of my cry­ing: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
4 They that hate me with­out a cause are more than the hairs of mine head: they that would de­stroy me, being mine en­e­mies wrong­ful­ly, are mighty: then I re­stored that which I took not away.
5 O God, thou know­est my fool­ish­ness; and my sins are not hid from thee.
6 Let not them that wait on thee, O Lord GOD of hosts, be ashamed for my sake: let not those that seek thee be con­found­ed for my sake, O God of Is­rael.
7 Be­cause for thy sake I have borne re­proach; shame hath cov­ered my face.
8 I am be­come a stranger unto my brethren, and an alien unto my mother's chil­dren.
9 For the zeal of thine house hath eat­en me up; and the re­proach­es of them that re­proached thee are fall­en upon me.
10 When I wept, and chastened my soul with fast­ing, that was to my re­proach.
11 I made sack­cloth also my gar­ment; and I be­came a proverb to them.
12 They that sit in the gate speak against me; and I was the song of the drunk­ards.
13 But as for me, my prayer is unto thee, O LORD, in an ac­cept­able time: O God, in the mul­ti­tude of thy mer­cy hear me, in the truth of thy sal­va­tion.
14 De­liv­er me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be de­liv­ered from them that hate me, and out of the deep wa­ters.
15 Let not the wa­ter­flood over­flow me, nei­ther let the deep swal­low me up, and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.
16 Hear me, O LORD; for thy lov­ingkind­ness is good: turn unto me ac­cord­ing to the mul­ti­tude of thy ten­der mer­cies.
17 And hide not thy face from thy ser­vant; for I am in trou­ble: hear me speed­i­ly.
18 Draw nigh unto my soul, and re­deem it: de­liv­er me be­cause of mine en­e­mies.
19 Thou hast known my re­proach, and my shame, and my dis­hon­our: mine ad­ver­saries are all be­fore thee.
20 Re­proach hath bro­ken my heart; and I am full of heav­i­ness: and I looked ­for some to take pity, but there was none; and for com­forters, but I found none.
21 They gave me also gall for my meat; and in my thirst they gave me vine­gar to drink.
22 Let their table be­come a snare be­fore them: and that which should have been for their wel­fare, let it become a trap.
23 Let their eyes be dark­ened, that they see not; and make their loins con­tin­u­al­ly to shake.
24 Pour out thine in­dig­na­tion upon them, and let thy wrath­ful anger take hold of them.
25 Let their habi­ta­tion be des­o­late; and let none dwell in their tents.
26 For they per­se­cute him whom thou hast smit­ten; and they talk to the grief of those whom thou hast wound­ed.
27 Add in­iq­ui­ty unto their in­iq­ui­ty: and let them not come into thy righ­teous­ness.
28 Let them be blot­ted out of the book of the liv­ing, and not be writ­ten with the righ­teous.
29 But I am poor and sor­row­ful: let thy sal­va­tion, O God, set me up on high.
30 I will praise the name of God with a song, and will mag­ni­fy him with thanks­giv­ing.
31 This also shall please the LORD bet­ter than an ox or bul­lock that hath horns and hoofs.
32 The hum­ble shall see this, and be glad: and your heart shall live that seek God.
33 For the LORD heareth the poor, and de­spiseth not his pris­on­ers.
34 Let the heav­en and earth praise him, the seas, and ev­ery thing that moveth there­in.
35 For God will save Zion, and will build the cities of Ju­dah: that they may dwell there, and have it in pos­ses­sion.
36 The seed also of his ser­vants shall in­her­it it: and they that love his name shall dwell there­in.