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Moff PSA Chapter 69

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69 From the Choirmaster’s collection. To the tune of “The Lilies.” A song of David.

69 Save me, O God,

for the waters are threatening my life;

2 I am sinking deep in the mud,

where foothold there is none,

I have fallen into waters deep,

floods o’er me sweep.

3 I am wearied with crying,

my throat is parched,

mine eyes are weak

with waiting for my God.

4 I have more men who wantonly hate me

than hairs on my head;

my murderous, false foes are more

than the bones within my body;

I am forced to repay

what I never extorted.

5 O God, though well thou knowest my sinful folly,

although no fault of mine is hid from thee,

6 may nought befall me that would disconcert

those who wait for thee, O Lord God of hosts:

may naught befall me that would disappoint

thy worshippers, O God of Israel.

7 ’Tis for thy sake that I have suffered taunts,

had insults cover me with shame,

8 till my own brothers kept aloof from me,

my mother’s sons were distant to me.

9 ’Tis zeal for thy house that wears me away,

and taunts against thee fall on me.

10 When I chastened my soul with fasting,

men jeered at me;

11 when I clothed myself in sackcloth,

I became their byword;

12 men make a jest of me in public,

they put me into their maudlin songs.

13 But as for me, I pray to thee;

in thy great generosity,

O God, do thou accept me;

answer me with thy loyal aid,

14 save me from sinking in the mud,

from the deep waters of hatred,

15 let not the flood sweep over me,

let not the depths drown me;

let not death close over me.

16 Answer me, O Eternal, in thy love,

in thy vast pity turn to me;

17 hide not thy face from thy servant,

answer me quickly, for I am in misery;

18 come to me, rescue my life,

set me in safety from my foes.

19 Thou knowest how I am taunted,

my foes are plain to thee;

20 their taunts have broken my heart,

I am sick to the soul;

I look for pity—there is none,

for comforters, but all in vain.

21 For food men hand me poisonous drugs,

and vinegar when I would drink.

22 May the table they spread be their own ruin,

may their offerings ensnare them,

23 may their eyes be blurred and blind,

may their thighs be all a-quiver!

24 Vent thine anger on them,

may thy burning fury seize them,

25 desolate be their dwellings,

empty be their tents,

26 for persecuting him whom thou hast punished,

and adding to the pain of thy wounds!

27 Punish them for their crime,

exclude them from thy favours,

28 blot them from the Book of life,

blot their name from the list of the upright!

29 But lift me safe, O God,

out of my pain and misery,

30 and then I will sing praise to God,

and magnify him with thanksgiving;

31 ’twill please the Eternal more than any bull,

or any bullock that has horns and hoofs.

32 Mark all this and be glad, O folk forlorn,

take heart, O worshippers of God;

33 the Eternal listens to a life in need,

he never overlooks his own in prison.

34 Praise to him from heaven and earth,

from seas and all that glide therein!

35 For God will succour Sion

and rebuild the towns of Judah,

till men dwell there and own them,

36 till his servants leave them to their children,

and a race who love him live there.