Take me from the grip of the sticky earth, so that I may not go down into it; let me be lifted up from the deep waters.
But, O Lord God, give me your help, because of your name; take me out of danger, because your mercy is good.
Words of hate are round about me; they have made war against me without cause.
Put out your hand from on high; make me free, take me safely out of the great waters, and out of the hands of strange men;
Do not let my haters be glad over me falsely; let not those who are against me without cause make sport of me.
My soul is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come and see the face of God?
Deep is sounding to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves have gone rolling over me.
Let me not be covered by the flowing waters; let not the deep waters go over my head, and let me not be shut up in the underworld.
You are good, O Lord, and full of forgiveness; your mercy is great to all who make their cry to you.
I was making prayer to your name, O Lord, out of the lowest prison.
The worshippers of false gods have given up their only hope.
And some of those who were near, hearing it, said, See, he is crying to Elijah.
But his people had no love for him, and sent representatives after him, saying, We will not have this man for our ruler.
And as for those who were against me, who would not have me for their ruler, let them come here, and be put to death before me.