Salmo 69 inglês

Psalm 69 🙌🏼 The waters have risen above my chest; my feet find no solid ground to stand on. In the deep mire, I search for a foothold in vain; my cry rises to You, O Lord—hear me. They hate me without cause, beyond measure; they accuse me of things I did not do, my God. My own brothers turn their faces away, and I have become a stranger in my own home. My heart breaks in silence, yet it still knows whom to call upon. Hear my voice, O Lord; in Your grace, come and lift me up. You know every single tear; You do not let the poor be lost. When the night weighs heavy upon me, I will sing: You will save me. They placed gall upon the table where I sought to eat, and bitter vinegar for me to drink. But Your compassion never runs dry; Your face turns once more to welcome me. I will sing Your name among the weary; my hope shall not be extinguished. You hear the cry of the poor; Zion shall yet flourish again. Hear my voice, O Lord; in Your grace, come and lift me up. You know every single tear; You do not let the poor be lost. From the deep waters, I shall rise; I will sing: You will save me. You will save me, Jesus