Save me, O God, because the floods Come in upon my soul; I sink in depths where none can stand; Deep waters, o'er me roll. My constant calling wearies me, My throat is parched and dried, My eyes grow dim while for my God Still waiting I abide. O God, my folly and my sin Thy holy eye can see; Yet save from shame, Lord God of hosts, Thy saints that wait on Thee. Forbid, O God, our covenant God, That those who seek Thy face Should see Thy servant put to shame And share in my disgrace. It is for Thee I am reproached, For Thee I suffer shame, Until my brethren know me not, And hated is my name. It is my zeal for Thine abode That has consumed my life; Reproached by those reproaching Thee, I suffer in the strife. I wept, with fasting bowed my soul, Yet that was made my shame; When I in sackcloth clothed myself, Their byword I became. The men who sit within the gate With slander do me wrong, And they who linger at their cups Make me their jest and song.