THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM LXIX

Save me, O God, for mighty Floods Rush in unto my Soul. In Depths of Mire, and Seas, I sink, Where Surges o'er me rowl. I'm weary with my constant Cries, My Throat is parch'd with Heat; Mine Eyes, with Expectation, fail, While for my God I wait. More than the Hairs upon my Head, My causeless Haters are; They're mighty, who, most wrongfully, To shed my Blood would dare: Then, what I took not, I restor'd, For Peace gave up my Right. O God, thou know'st my Foolishness, My Sins are in thy Sight. Lord, God of Host, let none, that wait On Thee, be put to shame, For my sake; nor, O Isr'el's God, Despair, that seek thy Name. For thy sake, I have borne Reproach; My Face with Shame is spread. My Brethren, of my Mother born, Of me a Stranger made.