With my mouth I cried out to him. High praise was on my tongue.
How can I repay the Lord for all the good that he has done for me?
I will highly praise you, my God, the king. I will bless your name forever and ever.
I will honor you highly, O Lord, because you have pulled me out ⌞of the pit⌟ and have not let my enemies rejoice over me.
I will cry out to you, O Lord. I will plead to the Lord for mercy:
“How will you profit if my blood is shed, if I go into the pit? Will the dust ⌞of my body⌟ give thanks to you? Will it tell about your truth?”
Here is a poor man who called out. The Lord heard him and saved him from all his troubles.
