New International Reader's Version

Psalm 69

Psalm 69

For the director of music. A psalm of David to the tune of “Lilies.”

God, save me.
    My troubles are like a flood.
    I’m up to my neck in them.
I’m sinking in deep mud.
    I have no firm place to stand.
I am out in deep water.
    The waves roll over me.
I’m worn out from calling for help.
    My throat is very dry.
My eyes grow tired
    looking for my God.
Those who hate me without any reason
    are more than the hairs on my head.
Many people who don’t have any reason to be my enemies
    are trying to destroy me.
They force me to give back
    what I didn’t steal.

God, you know how foolish I’ve been.
    My guilt is not hidden from you.

Lord, you are the Lord who rules over all.
    May those who put their hope in you not be dishonored because of me.
You are the God of Israel.
    May those who worship you not be put to shame because of me.
Because of you, people laugh at me.
    My face is covered with shame.
I’m an outsider to my own family.
    I’m a stranger to my own mother’s children.
My great love for your house destroys me.
    Those who make fun of you make fun of me also.
10 When I weep and go without eating,
    they laugh at me.
11 When I put on rough clothing to show how sad I am,
    people make jokes about me.
12 Those who gather in public places make fun of me.
    Those who get drunk make up songs about me.

13 But Lord, I pray to you.
    May this be the time you help me.
God, answer me because you love me so much.
    Save me, as you always do.
14 Save me from the trouble I’m in.
    It’s like slippery mud, so don’t let me sink in it.
Save me from those who hate me.
    Save me from the deep water I’m in.
15 Don’t let the floods cover me.
    Don’t let the deep water swallow me up.
    Don’t let the grave close its mouth over me.
16 Lord, answer me because your love is so good.
    Turn to me because you are so kind.
17 Don’t turn your face away from me.
    Answer me quickly. I’m in trouble.
18 Come near and save me.
    Set me free from my enemies.

19 You know how they make fun of me.
    They dishonor me and put me to shame.
    You know all about my enemies.
20 They have broken my heart by saying evil things about me.
    It has left me helpless.
I looked for pity, but I didn’t find any.
    I looked for someone to comfort me, but I didn’t find anyone.
21 They put bitter spices in my food.
    They gave me vinegar when I was thirsty.

22 Let their feast be a trap and a snare.
    Let my enemies get what’s coming to them.
23 Let their eyes grow weak so they can’t see.
    Let their backs be bent forever.
24 Pour out your anger on them.
    Let them feel what it is like.
25 May their homes be deserted.
    May no one live in their tents.
26 They attack those you have wounded.
    They talk about the pain of those you have hurt.
27 Charge them with one crime after another.
    Don’t save them.
28 May their names be erased from the book of life.
    Don’t include them in the list of those who do right.

29 I’m in pain. I’m in deep trouble.
    God, save me and keep me safe.

30 I will praise God’s name by singing to him.
    I will bring him glory by giving him thanks.
31 That will please the Lord more than offering him an ox.
    It will please him more than offering him a bull with its horns and hooves.
32 Poor people will see it and be glad.
    The hearts of those who worship God will be strengthened.
33 The Lord hears those who are in need.
    He doesn’t forget his people in prison.

34 Let heaven and earth praise him.
    Let the oceans and everything that moves in them praise him.
35 God will save Zion.
    He will build the cities of Judah again.
Then people will live in them and own the land.
36     The children of those who serve God will receive it.
    Those who love him will live there.

The Message

Psalm 69

A David Psalm

1God, God, save me!
I’m in over my head,

Quicksand under me, swamp water over me;
I’m going down for the third time.

I’m hoarse from calling for help,
Bleary-eyed from searching the sky for God.

I’ve got more enemies than hairs on my head;
Sneaks and liars are out to knife me in the back.

What I never stole
Must I now give back?

God, you know every sin I’ve committed;
My life’s a wide-open book before you.

Don’t let those who look to you in hope
Be discouraged by what happens to me,
Dear Lord! God of the armies!

Don’t let those out looking for you
Come to a dead end by following me—
Please, dear God of Israel!

Because of you I look like an idiot,
I walk around ashamed to show my face.

My brothers shun me like a bum off the street;
My family treats me like an unwanted guest.

I love you more than I can say.
Because I’m madly in love with you,
They blame me for everything they dislike about you.

10 When I poured myself out in prayer and fasting,
All it got me was more contempt.

11 When I put on a sad face,
They treated me like a clown.

12 Now drunks and gluttons
Make up drinking songs about me.

13 And me? I pray.
God, it’s time for a break!

God, answer in love!
Answer with your sure salvation!

14 Rescue me from the swamp,
Don’t let me go under for good,

Pull me out of the clutch of the enemy;
This whirlpool is sucking me down.

15 Don’t let the swamp be my grave, the Black Hole
Swallow me, its jaws clenched around me.

16 Now answer me, God, because you love me;
Let me see your great mercy full-face.

17 Don’t look the other way; your servant can’t take it.
I’m in trouble. Answer right now!

18 Come close, God; get me out of here.
Rescue me from this deathtrap.

19 You know how they kick me around—
Pin on me the donkey’s ears, the dunce’s cap.

20 I’m broken by their taunts,
Flat on my face, reduced to a nothing.

I looked in vain for one friendly face. Not one.
I couldn’t find one shoulder to cry on.

21 They put poison in my soup,
Vinegar in my drink.

22 Let their supper be bait in a trap that snaps shut;
May their best friends be trappers who’ll skin them alive.

23 Make them become blind as bats,
Give them the shakes from morning to night.

24 Let them know what you think of them,
Blast them with your red-hot anger.

25 Burn down their houses,
Leave them desolate with nobody at home.

26 They gossiped about the one you disciplined,
Made up stories about anyone wounded by God.

27 Pile on the guilt,
Don’t let them off the hook.

28 Strike their names from the list of the living;
No rock-carved honor for them among the righteous.

29 I’m hurt and in pain;
Give me space for healing, and mountain air.

30 Let me shout God’s name with a praising song,
Let me tell his greatness in a prayer of thanks.

31 For God, this is better than oxen on the altar,
Far better than blue-ribbon bulls.

32 The poor in spirit see and are glad—
Oh, you God-seekers, take heart!

33 For God listens to the poor,
He doesn’t walk out on the wretched.

34 You heavens, praise him; praise him, earth;
Also ocean and all things that swim in it.

35 For God is out to help Zion,
Rebuilding the wrecked towns of Judah.

Guess who will live there—
The proud owners of the land?

36 No, the children of his servants will get it,
The lovers of his name will live in it.