Psalm 69 (Salvum me fac)

Troublous seas my soule surround:
Save, O God, my sinking soule,
Sinking, where it feeles noe ground,
In this gulph, this whirling hole.
Waiting aid, with ernest eying,
Calling God with bootlesse crying:
Dymm and dry in me are found,
Eye to see, and throat to sound.

Wrongly sett to worke my woe,
Haters have I, more then haires;
Force in my afflicting foe
Bettring still, in me impaires.
Thus to pay, and leese constrained,
What I never ought or gained,
Yet say I, thou God dost know
How my faultes and follies goe.

Mighty Lord, lett not my case
Blank the rest that hope in thee:
Lett not Jacobs God deface
All his friends in blush of me.
Thyne it is, thyne only quarrell
Dightes me thus in Shames apparell:
Mote, nor spott, nor least disgrace,
But for thee, could taint my face.

To my kynn a stranger quite,
Quite an alien am I grown:
In my very brethrens sight
Most uncar'd for, most unknown.
With thy temples zeale out-eaten,
With thy slanders scourges beaten,
While the shott of piercing spight
Bent at thee, on me doth light.

If I weepe, and weeping fast,
If in sackcloth sadd I mourn,
In my teeth the first they cast,
All to feast the last they turn.
Now in streetes, with publique prating,
Powring out their inward hating:
Private now at banquetts plac't,
Singing songs of wyny tast.

As for me to thee I pray,
Lord, in tyme of grace assign 'd:
Gratious God, my kindest stay,
In my aid be truly kind.
Keepe me safe unsunck, unmyred,
Safe from flowing foes retyred:
Calme these waves, these waters lay,
Leave me not this whirlpooles prey.

In the goodnes of thy grace,
Lord make answere to my mone:
Eye my ill, and rue my case,
In those mercies told by none.
Lett not by thy absence languish
Thy true server drownd in anguish.
Haste, and heare, come, come apace,
Free my soule from foemens chase.

Unto thee what needes be told
My reproch, my blott, my blame?
Sith both these thou didst behold,
And canst all my haters name.
Whiles afflicted, whiles hart-broken,
Waiting yet some frendshipps token,
Some I lookt would me uphold,
Lookt, but found all comfort cold.

Comfort? nay (not seene before),
Needing food they sett me gall:
Vineger they fill'd me store,
When for drinck my thirst did call.
O then snare them in their pleasures,
Make them trapt ev'n in their treasures,
Gladly sad, and richly poore,
Sightlesse most, yet mightlesse more.

Downe upon them fury raine,
Lighten indignation downe:
Turne to wast, and desert plaine,
House and pallace, field and towne.
Lett not one be left abiding.
Where such rancor had residing,
Whome thou painest, more they paine:
Hurt by thee, by them is slaine.

Causing sinne on sinne to grow,
Add still cyphers to their sum,
Righter Lett them never goe,
Never to thy justice come.
But from out the booke be crossed,
Where the good men live engrossed:
While my God, me poore and low,
High shall mount from need and woe.

Then by me his name with praise,
Gladsome praise, shall be upborne.
That shall more Jehova please
Then the beast with hoofe and home.
With what joy yee godly grieved
Shall your harts be then relieved?
When Jehova takes such waies
Bound to loose, and falne to raise.

Laud him then O heav'nly skies,
Earth with thine, and seas with yours:
For by him shall Sion rise,
He shall build up Juda's towres.
There his servantes, and their races,
Shall in fee possesse the places:
There his name who love and prize,
Stable stay shall eternize.