Then Yonah prayed to the LORD, his God, out of the fish's belly.
It shall be, that you shall drink of the brook; and I have commanded the ravens to feed you there.
Behold, he will kill me. I have no hope. Nevertheless, I will maintain my ways before him.
Call on me in the day of trouble. I will deliver you, and you will honor me.*
He will call on me, and I will answer him. I will be with him in trouble. I will deliver him, and honor him.
LORD, in trouble they have visited you. They poured out a prayer when your chastening was on them.
I will go and return to my place, until they acknowledge their offense, and seek my face. In their affliction they will seek me earnestly.*
Is any among you suffering? Let him pray. Is any cheerful? Let him sing praises.