To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim A psalm of David 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 flood overflow me I am weary of my crying: My throat is dried Mine eyes fall while I wait for my God They that hate me without a cause Are more than the hairs of mine head That would destroy me Being my enemies wrongfully, are might Then I restored that which I took away