1Save me, O God, for waters have engulfed me like a flood;
2There is no foothold as I sink in miry depths, O God.
3I’ve called for help, my throat is parched, and God cannot be found;
4And those who hate me without cause are more than I can count.
Yes, many are my enemies; their plot to kill is real,
And I am forced to give to them what I did never steal.
5You know my folly, O my God; my guilt is in plain view.
6Let me not be a cause of shame for all who hope in You.
O Lord, the Lord Almighty God, may those who seek Your face,
Not be ashamed because of me; O God of Israel’s race.
7For I endure scorn for Your sake; my face is filled with shame;
8I am a stranger to my kin, to all who share my name.
9I am consumed with zeal, O Lord, for Your house fervently;
The insults of those who curse You now fall with weight on me.
10And when I weep and fast, I must endure scorn constantly;
11When sackcloth is my daily garb, they all make sport of me.
12Those seated at the gate mock me; they taunt with drunken song;
13But to You, Lord, I pray – hear me! Your love is wide and long.
14In Your salvation, answer me, and save me from the mire;
Don’t let me sink – deliver me! Their hatred does not tire.
15Deep waters roll, the floodgates pour, the depths will swallow me;
Don’t let the flood engulf me or the pit close over me.
16Lord, from the goodness of Your love, in mercy turn to me.
17Don’t hide Your face, for I’m distressed; come answer speedily.
18Come near and rescue me, O God; redeem me from my foes;
19You know I’m scorned, disgraced, and shamed; my enemies You know.
20Their scorn has left me helpless and my heart is torn in two;
No one gives comfort, sympathy; I have no one but You.
21They gave me gall in food to eat, and vinegar to drink;
22May their table become a trap, a snare they would not think.
23Their eyes be darkened as the blind; their backs be ever bent;
24Pour wrath on them and let them know the anger You have sent.
25May their place be deserted and let none be there to dwell;
26For they wound those You strike, O Lord; my pain they love to tell.
27Charge them with crime on crime, my God; don’t let them know Your grace.
28May they be blotted from Your book, nor live to see Your face.
29I am in pain and in distress; God, save and protect me;
30And I will praise Your name in song, to God my thanks will be.
31And this will please the Lord far more than ox or bull with horn;
32The poor will see and will be glad, who seek God night and morn.
33The Lord hears those who cry in need; He does not turn away.
34Let heav’n, earth, sea, and all therein, give Him praise every day.
35For God will save and will rebuild the cities of Zion;
His people will possess the land of Judah, every one.
36Their children will inherit it; all those who love His name.
They’ll dwell there, all His servants and their children, free from shame.