For your sake have I suffered reproach :
and shame has covered my face.
I have become a stranger to my brothers :
an alien to my own mothers sons.
Zeal for your house has eaten me up :
and the taunts of those who taunt you have fallen on me.
I afflicted myself with fasting :
and that was turned to my reproach.
I made sackcloth my clothing :
and I became a byword to them.
Those who sit in the gate talk of me :
and the drunkards make songs about me.
But to you, Lord, I make my prayer :
at an acceptable time.
Answer me, O God, in your abundant goodness :
and with your sure deliverance.
Bring me out of the mire, so that I may not sink :
let me be delivered from my enemies, and from the deep waters.
Let not the flood overwhelm me or the depths swallow me up :
let not the Pit shut its mouth upon me.
Hear me, O Lord, as your loving-kindness is good :
turn to me, as your compassion is great.
Do not hide your face from your servant :
for I am in trouble
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The Liturgical Psalter is © 1976, 1977, David L Frost, John A Emerton, Andrew A Macintosh.
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