1. Save me, O God, for mighty Floods
Rush in unto my Soul.
2. In Depths of Mire, and Seas, I sink,
Where Surges o'er me rowl.
3. 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.
4. More than the Hairs upon my Head,
My causeless Haters are;
They're mighty, who, most wrongfully,
To shed my Blood would care:
5. Then, what I took not, I restor'd.
For Peace gave up my Right.
O God, thou know'st my Foolishnes,
My Sins are in thy Sight.
6. Lord, God of Host, let none, that wait
On Thee, be put to shame.
For my sake; nor, O Isr'els God,
Despair, that seek thy Name.
7. For thy sake, I have borne Reproach;
My Face with Shame is spread.
8. My Brethren, of my Mother born,
Of me a Stranger made.
9. Zeal, for the Honour of thy House,
Hath quite consumed me;
On me hath fallen the Reproach,
Which they have aim'd at Thee.
10. When I, with Fasts, my Soul chastis'd,
Before Thee wept, and mourn'd;
My many Tears, and Abstinence,
To my Reproach they turn'd.
11. I Sackcloth made my Robes; for this
I was their Proverb long.
12. The Judges me revil'd, and I
Was made the Drunkard's Song,
13. But, Lord, in an accepted Time,
To Thee, I made my Pray'r;
O God, in thy Salvation's Truth,
And many Mercies hear,
14. Deliver me out of the Mire,
Let it not prove my Grave;
From all my Haters rescue me.
And from deep Waters save.
15. Nor Floods to overflow, nor Deeps
To swallow me, permit;
Nor let the Mouth, upon me close,
Of the voracious Pit.
16. Thy Loving- kindness doth excel,
Hear then, O Lord, my Pray'r;
O turn to me, as manifold
Thy tender Mercies are.
17. Hide not thy Face, for I'm distress'd;
But speedily me hear.
18. And to redeem me from my Foes,
Unto my Soul draw near.
19. All my Reproach is known to Thee,
My Shame, and my Disgrace;
My Adversaries, and their Plots,
Are all before thy Face.
20. Reproach hath broke my heavy Heart;
And when I look'd around.
For some to pity, there was none,
No Comforter I found.
21. Thirsty, they Vinegar to drink.
And Gall, gave me, for Food.
22. Their Table shall become their Snare;
Their Trap, what should be good.
23. Their Eyes be dark, lest they should see
Their Loins be made to shake.
24. Thy Fury shall on them be pour'd,
Thy Wrath hold on them take.
25. Their Palace, and their Tents, be waste;
That they may none receive;
26. They persecute Whom thou had smote;
With Words thy wounded grieve.
27. They Sin to Sin shall add, till they
No Part in Mercy claim.
28. Thou, from the Book of Life, shalt blot,
And from the Just, their Name.
29. I'm poor, distress'd, Salvation gran;
Set me, O God, on high.
30. I'll praise the Name of God, with Songs
With Thanks, him magnify.
31. This shall be pleasing to the Lord,
And better in his Eyes,
Than any Ox, or Bullock young.
That's ripe for Sacrifice.
32. The Meek, with Gladness, shall behold
The Safety I obtain;
Your Heart, who truly seek the Lord,
Shall Life, and Comfort gain.
33. Because the Lord will hear the Poor,
And set his Pris'ners free:
34. Let Heav'n, Earth, Seas, and all therein,
To praise his Name agree.
35. For God will Judah's Cities build,
And his lov'd Sion save;
His People there shall safely dwell,
And sure Possession have.
36. His Servant's Seed inherit shall
What falleth to their Share;
And they that love his Name shall dwell,
In Peace, and Safety there.