THE WATERS HAVE COME IN UNTO MY SOUL

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Save me, O God; for the waters
are come in unto my soul.
I sink in deep mire,
where there is no standing:
I am come into deep waters,
where the floods overflow
me.  I am weary of my crying:
my throat is dried: mine
eyes fail while I wait for
my God.  They that hate me 

without a cause are more than the 

hairs of mine head: they that would 

destroy me, being mine enemies 

wrongfully, are mighty: then
I restored that which I took 

not away.  O God, thou knowest 

my foolishness; and my sins are 

not hid from thee. Let not them that 

wait on thee, O Lord GOD of hosts, 

be ashamed for my sake: let not 

those that seek thee be confounded 

for my sake, O God of Israel.

Because for thy sake I have 

borne reproach; shame hath covered 

my face.  I am become a stranger 

unto my brethren, and an alien 

unto my mother’s children.

For the zeal of thine house hath 

eaten me up; and the reproaches 

of them that reproached thee are 

fallen upon me.  When I wept, and 

chastened my soul with fasting, 

that was to my reproach.  I made 

sackcloth also my garment; 

and I became a proverb to them.

They that sit in the gate speak 

against me; and I was the song of 

the drunkards.  But as for me, 

my prayer is unto thee, O LORD, 

in an acceptable time: O God, 

in the multitude of thy mercy hear 

me, in the truth of thy salvation.

Psalm 69: 1-13