Out of the depths I cry to you, Lord;
I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from?
I rejoiced with those who said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.”
I lift up my eyes to you, to you who sit enthroned in heaven.
If the Lord had not been on our side— let Israel say—
Those who trust in the Lord are like Mount Zion, which cannot be shaken but endures forever.
When the Lord restored the fortunes of Zion, we were like those who dreamed.
Unless the Lord builds the house, the builders labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the guards stand watch in vain.
Blessed are all who fear the Lord, who walk in obedience to him.
“They have greatly oppressed me from my youth,” let Israel say;
He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.
Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.
Though you have made me see troubles, many and bitter, you will restore my life again; from the depths of the earth you will again bring me up.
During the days of Jesus’ life on earth, he offered up prayers and petitions with fervent cries and tears to the one who could save him from death, and he was heard because of his reverent submission.
