Psalm 69:14

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

Deliver me out of the mire, from sinking do me keep; Free me from those that do me hate, and from the waters deep.

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Thine hand send from above, me save; from great depths draw me out; And from the hand of children strange,

But do thou, for thine own name's sake, O God the Lord, for me: Sith good and sweet thy mercy is, from trouble set me free.

They did beset me round about with words of hateful spight: And though to them no cause I gave, against me they did fight.

Let not the flood on me prevail, whose water overflows; Nor deep me swallow, nor the pit her mouth upon me close.

At the noise of thy water-spouts deep unto deep doth call; Thy breaking waves pass over me, yea, and thy billows all.

My soul for God, the living God, doth thirst: when shall I near Unto thy countenance approach, and in God's sight appear?

Let not my wrongful enemies proudly rejoice o'er me; Nor who me hate without a cause, let them wink with the eye.

For thou art gracious, O Lord, and ready to forgive; And rich in mercy, all that call upon thee to relieve.