Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord!
Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me.
In the days of his flesh, Jesus offered up prayers and supplications, with loud cries and tears, to him who was able to save him from death, and he was heard because of his reverence.
You who have made me see many troubles and calamities will revive me again; from the depths of the earth you will bring me up again.
He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure.
He sent from on high, he took me; he drew me out of many waters.
“Greatly have they afflicted me from my youth”— let Israel now say—
Blessed is everyone who fears the Lord, who walks in his ways!
Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain.
When the Lord restored the fortunes of Zion, we were like those who dream.
Those who trust in the Lord are like Mount Zion, which cannot be moved, but abides forever.
If it had not been the Lord who was on our side— let Israel now say—
To you I lift up my eyes, O you who are enthroned in the heavens!
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord!”
I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come?
