From the deep water I cry out to you, O Lord.
I look up toward the hills. From where does my help come?
I was glad because they said to me, “We will go to the Lord’s temple.”
I look up toward you, the one enthroned in heaven.
“If the Lord had not been on our side” – let Israel say this! –
Those who trust in the Lord are like Mount Zion; it cannot be upended and will endure forever.
When the Lord restored the well-being of Zion, we thought we were dreaming.
If the Lord does not build a house, then those who build it work in vain. If the Lord does not guard a city, then the watchman stands guard in vain.
How blessed is every one of the Lord’s loyal followers, each one who keeps his commands!
“Since my youth they have often attacked me,” let Israel say.
He reached down from above and took hold of me; he pulled me from the surging water.
He lifted me out of the watery pit, out of the slimy mud. He placed my feet on a rock and gave me secure footing.
One deep stream calls out to another at the sound of your waterfalls; all your billows and waves overwhelm me.
Though you have allowed me to experience much trouble and distress, revive me once again! Bring me up once again from the depths of the earth!
During his earthly life Christ offered both requests and supplications, with loud cries and tears, to the one who was able to save him from death and he was heard because of his devotion.
