I will praise the name of God with song
And magnify Him with thanksgiving.

They also gave me gall for my food
And for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

For zeal for Your house has consumed me,
And the reproaches of those who reproach You have fallen on me.

For the choir director; according to Shoshannim. A Psalm of David.
Save me, O God,
For the waters have threatened my life.

May their table before them become a snare;
And when they are in peace, may it become a trap.

May they be blotted out of the book of life
And may they not be recorded with the righteous.

Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head;
Those who would destroy me are powerful, being wrongfully my enemies;
What I did not steal, I then have to restore.

May their camp be desolate;
May none dwell in their tents.

I have become estranged from my brothers
And an alien to my mother’s sons.

When I wept in my soul with fasting,
It became my reproach.

Reproach has broken my heart and I am so sick.
And I looked for sympathy, but there was none,
And for comforters, but I found none.

You know my reproach and my shame and my dishonor;
All my adversaries are before You.

Because for Your sake I have borne reproach;
Dishonor has covered my face.

I have sunk in deep mire, and there is no foothold;
I have come into deep waters, and a flood overflows me.

But as for me, my prayer is to You, O Lord, at an acceptable time;
O God, in the greatness of Your lovingkindness,
Answer me with Your saving truth.

O God, it is You who knows my folly,
And my wrongs are not hidden from You.

The humble have seen it and are glad;
You who seek God, let your heart revive.

But I am afflicted and in pain;
May Your salvation, O God, set me securely on high.

Deliver me from the mire and do not let me sink;
May I be delivered from my foes and from the deep waters.

May those who wait for You not be ashamed through me, O Lord God of hosts;
May those who seek You not be dishonored through me, O God of Israel,

Those who sit in the gate talk about me,
And I am the song of the drunkards.

Let heaven and earth praise Him,
The seas and everything that moves in them.

For the Lord hears the needy
And does not despise His who are prisoners.

May their eyes grow dim so that they cannot see,
And make their loins shake continually.

May the flood of water not overflow me
Nor the deep swallow me up,
Nor the pit shut its mouth on me.

I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched;
My eyes fail while I wait for my God.

Answer me, O Lord, for Your lovingkindness is good;
According to the greatness of Your compassion, turn to me,

For God will save Zion and build the cities of Judah,
That they may dwell there and possess it.

And it will please the Lord better than an ox
Or a young bull with horns and hoofs.

When I made sackcloth my clothing,
I became a byword to them.

And do not hide Your face from Your servant,
For I am in distress; answer me quickly.

Add iniquity to their iniquity,
And may they not come into Your righteousness.

Pour out Your indignation on them,
And may Your burning anger overtake them.

The descendants of His servants will inherit it,
And those who love His name will dwell in it.

For they have persecuted him whom You Yourself have smitten,
And they tell of the pain of those whom You have wounded.

Oh draw near to my soul and redeem it;
Ransom me because of my enemies!