Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.
Send your hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of foreigners;
But take care of me, O GOD the Lord, for your name's sake: because your mercy is good, deliver me.
But those my enemies, who would not that I should reign over them, bring here, and slay them before me.
But his citizens hated him, and sent a message after him, saying, We will not have this man to reign over us.
And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? which is, being interpreted, My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
I called upon your name, O LORD, out of the lowest dungeon.
They surrounded me also with words of hatred; and fought against me without a cause.
Let not the floodwater overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up, and let not the pit shut its mouth upon me.
Deep calls unto deep at the noise of your waterfalls: all your waves and your billows are gone over me.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
Let not them that are my enemies wrongfully rejoice over me: neither let them wink with the eye that hate me without a cause.
For you, Lord, are good, and ready to forgive; and abundant in mercy unto all them that call upon you.
They that regard vain idols forsake their own mercy.