Psalm 69
² I am sinking deep in the mud, and my feet are slipping. I am about to be swept under by a mighty flood. ³ I am worn out from crying, and my throat is dry. I have waited for you till my eyes are blurred. ⁴ There are more people who hate me for no reason than there are hairs on my head. Many terrible enemies want to destroy me, God. Am I supposed to give back something I didn’t steal?