Friday, March 21, 2008
Save me, O God,*
for the waters have risen up to my neck.
I am sinking in deep mire,*
and there is no firm ground for my feet.
I have come into deep waters,*
and the torrent washes over me.
I have grown weary with my crying;
my throat is inflamed;*
my eyes have failed from looking for my God.
Those who hate me without a cause
are more than the hairs of my head;
my lying foes who would destroy me are mighty.*
Must I then give back what I never stole?
O God, you know my foolishness,*
and my faults are not hidden from you.
Let not those who hope in you
be put to shame through me, Lord God of hosts;*
let not those who seek you be disgraced because of me,
O God of Israel.
Surely, for your sake have I suffered reproach,*
and shame has covered my face.
I have become a stranger to my own kindred,*
an alien to my mother’s children.
Zeal for your house has eaten me up;*
the scorn of those who scorn you has fallen upon me.
I humbled myself with fasting,*
but that was turned to my reproach.
I put on sack-cloth also,*
and became a byword among them.
Those who sit at the gate murmur against me,*
and the drunkards make songs about me.
But as for me, this is my prayer to you,*
at the time you have set, O Lord:
‘In your great mercy, O God,*
answer me with your unfailing help.
‘Save me from the mire; do not let me sink;*
let me be rescued from those who hate me
and out of the deep waters.
‘Let not the torrent of waters wash over me,
neither let the deep swallow me up;*
do not let the Pit shut its mouth upon me.
‘Answer me, O Lord, for your love is kind;*
in your great compassion, turn to me.
‘Hide not your face from your servant;*
be swift and answer me, for I am in distress.
‘Draw near to me and redeem me;*
because of my enemies deliver me.
‘You know my reproach, my shame and my dishonour;*
my adversaries are all in your sight.’
Reproach has broken my heart and it cannot be healed;*
I looked for sympathy, but there was none,
for comforters, but I could find no one.
They gave me gall to eat,*
and when I was thirsty, they gave me vinegar to drink.
As for me, I am afflicted and in pain;*
your help, O God, will lift me up on high.
I will praise the name of God in song;*
I will proclaim his greatness with thanksgiving.
This will please the Lord more than an offering of oxen,*
more than bullocks with horns and hoofs.
The afflicted shall see and be glad;*
you who seek God, your heart shall live.
For the Lord listens to the needy,*
and his prisoners he does not despise.
Let the heavens and the earth praise him,*
the seas and all that moves in them;
For God will save Zion and rebuild the cities of Judah;*
they shall live there and have it in possession.
The children of his servants will inherit it,*
and those who love his name will dwell therein.
Posted by LutheranChik at 10:55 AM