Psalm 31:1-5 9-15
Good News Translation
A Prayer of Trust in God[a]
31 I come to you, Lord, for protection; never let me be defeated.You are a righteous God; save me, I pray!2 Hear me! Save me now!Be my refuge to protect me; my defense to save me.
3 You are my refuge and defense; guide me and lead me as you have promised.4 Keep me safe from the trap that has been set for me; shelter me from danger.5 I place myself in your care.You will save me, Lord; you are a faithful God.
9 Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in trouble;my eyes are tired from so much crying; I am completely worn out.10 I am exhausted by sorrow, and weeping has shortened my life.I am weak from all my troubles;[a] even my bones are wasting away.
11 All my enemies, and especially my neighbors, treat me with contempt.Those who know me are afraid of me; when they see me in the street, they run away.12 Everyone has forgotten me, as though I were dead; I am like something thrown away.13 I hear many enemies whispering; terror is all around me.They are making plans against me, plotting to kill me.
14 But my trust is in you, O Lord; you are my God.15 I am always in your care; save me from my enemies, from those who persecute me.
The Message
1-2 I run to you, God; I run for dear life. Don’t let me down! Take me seriously this time!Get down on my level and listen, and please—no procrastination!Your granite cave a hiding place, your high cliff nest a place of safety.
3-5 You’re my cave to hide in, my cliff to climb.Be my safe leader, be my true mountain guide.Free me from hidden traps; I want to hide in you.I’ve put my life in your hands. You won’t drop me, you’ll never let me down.
6-13 I hate all this silly religion, but you, God, I trust.I’m leaping and singing in the circle of your love; you saw my pain, you disarmed my tormentors,You didn’t leave me in their clutches but gave me room to breathe.Be kind to me, God— I’m in deep, deep trouble again.I’ve cried my eyes out; I feel hollow inside.My life leaks away, groan by groan; my years fade out in sighs.My troubles have worn me out, turned my bones to powder.To my enemies I’m a monster; I’m ridiculed by the neighbors.My friends are horrified; they cross the street to avoid me.They want to blot me from memory, forget me like a corpse in a grave, discard me like a broken dish in the trash.The street-talk gossip has me “criminally insane”!Behind locked doors they plot how to ruin me for good.
14-18 Desperate, I throw myself on you: you are my God!