The prayer to Yahweh (Ps 69:13-69:15)

“But as for me,

My prayer is to you.

Yahweh!

At an acceptable time!

O God!

In the abundance of your steadfast love

Answer me!

With your faithful help,

Rescue me

From sinking in the mire!

Let me be delivered

From my enemies!

Let me be delivered

From the deep waters!

Do not let

The flood sweep over me!

Do not let

The deep swallow me up!

Do not let

The pit closes its mouth over me!”

David prayed to Yahweh. He was willing to get a response at an acceptable time from God. He knew that God loved him. Thus he wanted to be rescued from sinking in mud. He wanted to be free of his enemies. He wanted to get away from the deep waters. He did not want the flood to come and swallow him up. He certainly did not want to go down to his grave, the pit that would swallow him up. This time of the flood of water overtaking him continued from the opening verses.

A cry for help in the flood (Ps 69:1-69:3)

To the choirmaster leader, according to Lilies, a psalm of David

“Save me!

O God!

The waters have come up to my neck.

I sink in deep mire.

There is no foothold.

I have come into deep waters.

The flood sweeps over me.

I am weary with my crying.

My throat is parched.

My eyes grow dim

With waiting for my God.”

Psalm 69 is another choral lament about being delivered from enemies. It is called a psalm of David that is sung to the melody of “Lilies” like Psalm 45. David wants to be saved because the water of the flood is up to his neck. He is mired in mud with nothing to stand on. The floods keep sweeping over him. He is weary from crying since he has a parched throat. His eyes are growing dim as he waits for God.

Job turns to his own afflictions (Job 30:16-30:19)

“Now my soul is poured out within me.

The days of affliction have taken hold of me.

The night racks my bones.

The pain that gnaws me takes no rest.

With violence it seizes my garment.

He grasps me by the collar of my tunic.

God has cast me into the mire.

I have become like dust and ashes.”

Job turned inward as he said even his soul was afflicted. His body was racked with pain. He had no rest from this continual pain. It was as like someone had seized him by the collar of his tunic. The pain was devastating to his whole body. God had cast him out into mud. He had become like dust and ashes, of so little value.