For the choirmaster. To the tune of “Lilies.” Of David.
1 Save me, O God, for the waters are up to my neck.
2 I have sunk into the miry depths, where there is no footing; I have drifted into deep waters, where the flood engulfs me.
3 I am weary from my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
4 Those who hate me without cause outnumber the hairs of my head; many are those who would destroy me—my enemies for no reason. Though I did not steal, I must repay.