1 To the overseer upon the lilies; to David. Save me, O God, for the waters came even to the soul.
2 I sank in mire of depth, and no standing: I came into depths of waters and the floods overwhelmed me.
3 I was wearied in my calling, my throat was dried up: mine eyes failed waiting for my God.
4 Those hating me were many above the hairs of my head: mine enemies destroying me by falsehood were strong: then I will turn back what I plucked not away.
5 O God, thou knewest for my folly, and my faults were not hid from thee.
6 They waiting for thee shall not be ashamed for me: O Lord Jehovah of armies, they shall not be disgraced for me, seeking thee, O God of Israel.
7 Because for thee I bare reproach: shame covered my face.
8 I was polluted to my brethren, and a stranger to my mother's sons.
9 For the zeal of thy house devoured me, and the reproaches of those reproaching thee fell upon me.
10 And I will weep with fasting of my soul, and it will be for reproaches to me.
11 And I will give my clothing sackcloth, and I for a parable to them.
12 They sitting in the gate will speak against me, and I was but the music of stringed instruments, of strong drink
13 And I, my prayer is to thee, O Jehovah, a time of acceptance: O God, in the multitude of thy mercy answer me, in the truth of thy salvation.
14 Deliver me from the mire and I shall not sink: I shall be delivered from those hating me, and from the depths of waters.
15 The streams of water shall not overflow me, and the depth shall not swallow me down, and the well shall not close upon me her mouth.
16 Answer me, O Jehovah, for good is thy mercy: according to the multitude of thy compassions turn to me.
17 And thou wilt not hide thy face from thy servant; for straits are to me.: hasten to answer me.
18 Draw near to my soul, redeem it: ransom me on account of mine enemies.
19 Thou knewest my reproach and my shame, and my disgrace: all mine adversaries are before thee.
20 Reproach broke my heart, and I shall be ill at ease: and I shall hope for comforting, and none; and for those consoling, and I found not
21 And they will give my food poison, and for my thirst they will give me vinegar to drink.
22 Their table shall be before them for a snare, for a retribution, for a cause of ruin.
23 Their eyes shall be darkened from seeing, and cause their loins to waver always.
24 Pour out upon them thy wrath, and the burning of thins anger shall overtake then).
25 Their fortress shall be desolated, and in their tents there shall none be dwelling.
26 For whom thou didst strike they pursued; and they will relate to the pain of thy wounded.
27 Thou wilt give iniquity to their iniquity, and they shall not come into thy justice.
28 They shall be wiped off from the book of the living, and with the just they shall not be written.
29 And I am poor and dejected: and thy salvation, O God, shall set me up on high.
30 I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify him with praise.
31 And it shall be good to Jehovah above an ox, a bullock shooting out horns and hoofs,
32 The poor saw, they shall be glad: and seeking Jehovah your heart shall live.
33 For Jehovah heard to the needy, and he despised not his hound.