Out of the depths have I cried unto You, O Lord.
I will lift up my eyes to the hills; from whence comes my help?
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go into the house of the Lord.”
Unto You do I lift up my eyes, O You who are enthroned in the heavens.
If it had not been the Lord who was on our side— let Israel now say—
Those who trust in the Lord are like Mount Zion, which cannot be moved, but abides forever.
When the Lord brought back the captives of Zion, we were like those who dream.
Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who build it. Unless the Lord guards the city, the watchman stays awake in vain.
Blessed is everyone who fears the Lord, who walks in His ways.
“Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth—” let Israel now say —
He sent from above, He took me; He drew me out of many waters.
He also brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my steps.
Deep calls to deep at the thunder of Your waterfalls; all Your waves and Your billows have gone over me.
You who have shown me many troubles and distresses will revive me again, and will bring me up again from the depths of the earth.
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. He was heard because of His godly fear.
