15 Deliver me from the mire— do not let me sink. Deliver me from those who hate me, out of the deep waters.
16 Do not let floodwaters sweep over me, nor the deep swallow me up, nor the Pit shut its mouth over me.
17 Answer me, Adonai, for good is Your mercy. With Your great compassion, turn to me.
18 Hide not Your face from Your servant. For I am in distress—answer me quickly.
19 Draw near to my soul and redeem it. Ransom me because of my foes.
20 You know my reproach, my shame, my disgrace. All my adversaries are before You.
21 Scorn has broken my heart, so I am sick. I looked for sympathy, but there was none, for comforters, but found none.