Psalm 69

SAve me O God, for to my soul
swift waters flow apace:
I sink within a miry hole,
Where is no standing place.
In deepest waters I am come,
Supprest with flouds main force:
My crying is most wearisome,
My throat is dry and hoarse.
Mine eyes do fail while (hard bestead)
I for my God do wait:
More foes then hairs upon my head,
Do bear me causless hate:
My wrongfull foes are mightie men,
That seek my soul to slay:
The things have I restored then,
Which I took not away.
O God my sinne's not hid from thee,
My foolishness thou know'st:
Let no man be asham'd through mee,
O Lord O God of hoast.
Let none that wait on thee have shame,
None to confusion sell:
For my sake, none that seek thy Name,
O God of Israel.
Since for thy sake I suffered scorn,
My face was fill'd with shame:
To those that were my brethren born,
A stranger I became.
My mothers children do with mee,
As with an aliant deal:
And I am eaten up for thee,
And with thy houses zeal.
I bore thy scorners blasphemies,
And when I wept and mourn'd,
My soul with fasting to chastise,
That to my shame they turn'd.
I put on sackcloth, and became
A by-word to the throng:
Of Magistrates I bore the blame,
I was the drunkards song.

2. Part.
BUt as for me I'l pray to thee,
In acceptable hour:
In thy great mercy hear thou mee,
And truth of saving pow'r.
O from the mire deliv'rance send,
And me from sinking keep:
From such as hate me ô defend,
And from the waters deep.
No swallowing depth nor floud permit,
Whose water over-flows,
To 'ore-top my head, nor let the pit
Her mouth upon me close.
Good is thy loving kindness LORD,
O hear thou me therefore:
Turn to me LORD, as may accord
With thy compassions store.
Nor from thy servant hide thy face,
For I'm bereft of peace:
Hear me with speed, draw nigh apace
Unto my souls release:
For my foes sake deliver mee:
Thou my reproach hast known;
My shame and scorn and enemies be,
Before thee every one.

3. Part.
REproach my heart hath overcome,
And sorrow fill'd my soul:
I lookt for pitie shew'd by some,
But no man did condole.
I look'd, but found no comforter.
For meat they gave me gall:
For drink they gave mee Vineger
To quench my thirst withall.
O let their table prove a snare,
And whatsoere might hap
For to have made them well to fare,
Let it become a trap.
Upon their eyes let darkness fall
Their loyns let always shake:
Yea, let them Lord, yea let them all
Of thy fierce wrath partake.
Take hold of his ungodly race,
With wrath that ne'r relents:
Make desolate their dwelling place,
Let none dwell in their tents,
For where men bear thy heavie blows
They persecute the more:
And talk unto the grief of those
Whom thou hast wounded sore.
Bring all their sinnes into a summe,
Heap'd up in great excess:
And let them never never come
Into thy righteousness.
Out of the book of life, O blot
Their most detested name:
And with the righteous let them not
Be written in the same.

2. Part.
BUt sorrowfull and poor am I,
O God do thou me raise:
Let thy salvation set me high.
My song shall give God praise,
And with thanksgiving him extol:
No bullock horn'd and hoov'd,
Or stalled ox presented whol
Can be so well approv'd.
This sight shall joy thy humble Saints:
Hearts seeking God shall live;
For lo, the Lord to poor mens plaint
A gracious ear doth give:
His pris'ners hee doth not contem',
Let heaven, earth and seas
Give God due praises all of them,
And all that moves in these.
For God will Sion mountain save,
And Judahs Cities rear:
Which men may in possession have
For constant dwelling there.
And all thy servants faithfull race
Inheriting the same:
There they shall have a dwelling place
That dearly love his name.