Psalms 69:1

I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold.

I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

I am weary with my crying.

My throat is dry.

My eyes fail looking for my God.

Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head.

Those who want to cut me off, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty.

I have to restore what I didn’t take away.