Save me, God; for the waters have put my life in danger. I sink in deep mire, where there is no place to stand; I have come into deep waters, where the floods flow over me. I am weary with my crying; my throat is dry; my eyes fail while I wait for my God. Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs on my head; those who would cut me off, being my enemies for wrong reasons, are mighty; what I did not steal, I have to give back. God, you know my foolishness, and my sins are not hidden from you. Let not those who hope in you be put to shame because of me, Lord Yahweh of hosts; let not those who seek you be brought to dishonor because of me, God of Israel. For your sake I have borne rebuke; shame has covered my face. I have become a stranger to my brothers, an alien to my mother's children. For the zeal of your house has eaten me up, and the rebukes of those who rebuke you have fallen on me. When I weep and fast, I must endure scorn. When I put on sackcloth, I became a byword to them. Those who sit in the city gate talk about me; I am a song of drunkards. But as for me, my prayer is to you, Yahweh, at a time that you will accept; answer me in the trustworthiness of your salvation. Pull me out of the mire, and do not let me sink; let me be taken away from those who hate me and rescued out of the deep waters. Do not let the floods of water overwhelm me, neither let the deep swallow me up. Do not let the pit shut its mouth on me.
