Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.
And all kings of the earth shall adore him: all nations shall serve him.
And ought not this daughter of Abraham, whom Satan hath bound, lo, these eighteen years, be loosed from this bond on the sabbath day?
Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? Many are they who rise up against me.