Save me, O God,
for the waters have come up to my neck.
I have sunk down in deep mire,
where there is no place to stand;
I have come into the depths of the waters,
and the flood sweeps over me.
I am weary with my crying;
my throat is burning.
My eyes grow dim
while waiting for my God.
Those who hate me without any reason
are more numerous than the hairs of my head;
Many are those who would destroy me, my false enemies.
What I did not steal must I now restore?
God, you know my folly;
My guilt-ridden deeds are not hidden from you.
Do not let those who wait on you be put to shame because of me,
O Lord, Yahweh of the heavenly armies;
do not let those who seek you be dishonored because of me,
O God of Israel.
Here begins the first psalm segment for the 5th Sunday after Pentecost, Series A
It is for your sake that I bear reproach,
that dishonor covers my face.
I have become a stranger to my sisters and brothers,
a foreigner to the children of my mother.
But it is zeal for your temple that has consumed me;
the reproaches of those who reproach you have fallen on me.
When I weep while fasting,
there have only been reproaches for me.
Here ends the first psalm segment; the next verses are listed as a possible supplement to the reading.
When I wear sackcloth,
I have become a byword to them.
Those who sit in the gate gossip about me,
and those who drink beer sing songs about me.
But as for me, my prayer is to you, Yahweh.
At an appropriate time, God, out of the abundance of your loyalty,
With your faithful help deliver me from the mire,
and let me not sink into it.
Let me be delivered from those who hate me
and from the deep waters.
Do not let the flood-water sweep over me,
or the depths swallow me up,
or the pit close its mouth over me.
Here begins the second psalm segment for the 5th Sunday after Pentecost, Series A
Answer me, Yahweh, for your loyalty is good;
according to the abundance of your motherly mercies, turn toward me.
Do not hide your face from your servant,
for I am in distress.
Hurry up and answer me!
Draw near to my innermost being, redeem it,
ransom me because of my enemies.
Here ends the second psalm segment for the 5th Sunday after Pentecost, Series A.
You know my reproach, my shame, and my dishonor,
my adversaries stand before you.
Reproach has broken my heart,
and I am now in despair.
I waited for pity and there was none;
and for comforters and I found none.
They put poison in my food,
and for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
Let their table before them be a trap,
a snare for their friends.
Let their eyes grow dark so they cannot see,
and make their loins shake continually.
Pour out your indignation on them,
and let the heat of your anger overtake them.
Let their camp be desolate;
let no one live in their tents.
For they pursue those whom you have struck down,
and they add to the pain of those you have wounded.
Add guilt to their guilt;
may they have no vindication from you.
Let them be blotted out of the book of life;
let them not be written down with the righteous.
But I am lowly and in pain;
let your victory, O God, set me securely up on high.
I will praise the name of God with a song;
I will magnify him with thanksgiving.
This will be better for Yahweh than a bull
or an ox with horns and hoofs.
Let the oppressed see it and my glad;
you who seek God, let your heart revive.
For God listens to the needy,
and does not despise his own prisoners.
Let the heavens and the earth praise him,
the seas and everything that moves about in them.
For God will save Zion and rebuild the cities of Judah;
and his followers will live there and possess it.
The children of his servants shall inherit it,
and those who love his name will dwell in it.
© 2002 Ralph W. Klein